Come on, Eileen

Eileen is fab. She looks after other people's dogs, feeds people's chickens and comes in whenever I need her to wash up, which at the moment is every day. When she was clearing a table today she dropped a plate. She said she'd broken a cup at the weekend so there'd be a third somewhere along the line. I told her to go home and break one of her own. On Friday she came in at 2: "I couldn't make it earlier," she said, "because I went to have my hair cut on the bus."