Friday, November 9, 2007

I make it! I arrive in London like my plan!


I make it! I arrive in London like my plan! I au-pair for Markham family, Bella and Tom and children Theo (6), Fay (8) and Sophie (14). I feel already million miles from my country, although is only 3-hour Easy Jet plane. (I thank my best friend Kaja for thrombosis socks you knit but I not needing them this time). I have determination for being BEST Estonian au-pair ever in Crouch End!

I can use family computer while all out. I write in English and emailing to Kaja for improving both our Englishes.

They such a busy family, these Markhams, that already I not know if they or I is a coming or going, though I have idea who must do big pile of washing up and ironing. Lillegi liigutama!

I not often seeing Tom (quiet lecturer person) or Bella (not quiet): she does big something in advertising in nice business woman’s suit called Prada and leave house early. They need a Monika to make sure the children is going to school and not just reading the Heat magazine to see if Jennifer Anniston too fat or thin or watching the Willy Wonka 128 times. I having lot of responsibility. I worry I not tell truth of my experiencing children. Only Kaja know I only do the dog-sitting in Polva.

They give me small room at top of house where keeps their old things e.g. Barbie Castle, old computer, kilt (is Scottish skirt with furry thing in front). I have Holly Hobbie duvet like when I was six which mean I not so homesick.

When parents go next door to have argument is my big opportunity to talk to children proper. Fay say ‘Mum and Dad think you are strange. They wonder if everyone from Estonia is funny like you?’ But Fay and Theo likes me they say because I am midget (nasty word means small) but I say I am five foot in my reindeer tights and I taller than them so they must know who is boss. They tell me their parents is not affording me so easy but it got that ‘enough was enough’ when they so late one night Fay has to go with teacher to her Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. I only worry when they say they are hungry. I not know what to do.

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