Cleaning Lady, 1990-1991
A few days after we moved into our new house in Canberra we had a knock on the door from Julie. She was a slightly nutty old Greek lady who told us she'd been the cleaner to the family that had lived in the house before us and that she would like to continue her job. My parents didn't (or couldn't?) say no so Julie started showing up.
I always thought that part of the job of a house cleaner would be to appear as inobtrusive and invisible as possible. This wasn't Julie's style. She thought of herself as a decorator as much as a cleaner and we'd often come home to find the mantelpiece re-arranged, pictures hung in different places, your sock drawer and your t-shirt drawer suddenly swapped or even a whole new layout of furniture in the lounge.