My mum has her own business. She does stuff for people. Stuff people don’t have enough time to do. She once washed a woman’s glass eye and found a snake man to deal with a cape cobra in a client’s garden. And stuff. And she’s really, really good at it. Organising people’s lives and getting their stuff done. I’ve been telling her for ages that it’s an awesome concept and that she should expand (or at least charge more) and she’s always umm’ed and aaah’ed.
Too late mum. The competition are in! And they rock. I’m in love.
Can you imagine. Someone to do all that narky admin? Someone to pick up that stuff from Woolies. Someone to grab the dry cleaning. Someone to wait for the plumber and phone those call centrey places for quotes. Someone to do the stuff. Bliss.
Now, if only I could afford them.