Every time I think of Louise Woodward I think there but for the grace of God.
Oh, me too. I turned eighteen on the first day of my au pair job in France, having never before left my home country, speaking only basic school French, with plenty of babysitting experience with my own younger siblings, but not having sole care of a difficult four year old with additional needs and a young baby in an unfamiliar setting.
In fact it turned out to be a great experience, but it could easily not have been -- the four year old was a bolter, we lived right across a major road from the beach, where we spent a lot of the days (I was not a confident swimmer) and my blood runs cold at how many things could have gone wrong.
It really is a mad decision to leave your very young children in the sole care of a very young, inexperienced, untrained, foreign au pair who, in my case, they'd never even spoken to before I arrived, and who struggled with the language.