This was a long time ago, when I was working as an au pair. My duties were supposed to be looking after 2 preschool children, getting them washed dressed and breakfasted, taking them to nursery, cleaning their rooms, laundering their clothes, collecting them from nursery, playing with them, making their tea, getting them washed and ready for bed, so my working day lasted from 7.30 to 8pm Monday to Friday.
The mother in the family was an heiress who owned a lot of expensive properties that were managed by other people. Her life was all about fashion, throwing extravagant parties and holidaying in her other homes in Tobago, Monaco and Paris. After I'd been working for them for a few months she started adding extra jobs to my daily list, hoovering the entire mansion, cleaning all the bedrooms that had been slept in, and doing all the laundry. Her husband shouted at me for not ironing his shirts as neatly as the professional laundry!
One morning after I'd walked the children to nursery I cleaned all the bedrooms, starting with the huge master bedroom and en suite. Then I cleaned the children's bedrooms and as I was hoovering the upstairs corridor she shouted from the master bedroom that she wanted me to COME HERE!
She was lying on the bed with her eyes closed and asked "Did you clean my bathroom?" I replied that I had done it first thing when I started cleaning upstairs. She opened one eye, glared at me and said "Well, clean it again, there are still spots on it!" I opened the ensuite door and reeled at the reek of shit. She'd only just taken a dump and had left skid marks on the toilet bowl the she was demanding I clean for her.
I was living in a tiny flat that belonged to her, I had nowhere else to go. She was so sure that I had no option but to do as I was told. So I did exactly that.
In fact, while I was cleaning the toilet bowl, wearing marigolds and using her own face flannel for the job, I smiled to myself and thought that for thousands and thousands of years slaves will have been doing similar things to retaliate against unjust treatment. It still makes me smile to think of her cleaning herself with the same flannel I used to clean the skid marks off her bog.