Description: A Wine Blog from Emma Bentley Vino
I sometimes wonder what my cleaning lady thinks of me and then I realise I might inadvertently be holding onto some minor trauma.
You see, many many years ago, when I was starting my career in Paris, I rented a room from another business school student called G é raldine, who was going to spend the semester in Grenoble. G é raldine and the other housemate Rebecca had a prior agreement with a cleaning lady whom G é raldine knew well to come every couple of weeks. Why not, I thought… but when my contract was up, it turned out that the cleaning lady had been reporting back to G é raldine’s parents that I was a drunkard who kept bottles o
In my defence, my bedroom was only divided from the living room by a curtain and it was the only personal space I had. To give you an idea of the dimensions of this flat: the toilet was so small that Rebecca’s boyfriend couldn’t sit down and have the door closed at the same time – yes, that was awkward a few times – and the kitchen was even smaller than the toilet!