Well...we had a sumptuous feast at Thaba Village last night. There were nine of us! Tricked my mate (he is not a lamb person) into eating lamb briyani by pre-ordering and told him it's beef (he's a sucker for anything beef. Doesn't he realise that Indian Restaurants don't serve beef?)...I could do that because the lamb at Thaba Village is cooked so well that there is no taste of lamb at all! He almost p*ked after I told him that his briyani was lamb! He admitted though, this morning, that it tasted like beef.
Where was I? Oh yes the maid.....
When we got back about 11.30 pm we heard a funny noise coming from the kitchen. Initially we thought it was the sound of our old fridge going to explode and had resigned to the fact that we had to replace it. No....it wasn't to our delight! That funny noise came from the maid's bathroom. Immediately she said there's something wrong with the "toilet" (exactly the word word she used!). I don't know what happened but some parts in the cistern were broken. How the **** it happened still remains a mystery. Apparently when she couldn't flush he called Yusof to mend it. What a p*a brain she has....Yusof has not graduated from a plumbing school for heaven's sake! Then of course the passing-the-buck session had to start by my dear maid....She blamed Ib and Yusof!
Aah....need to call the plumber! There's no point probing further!