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Help – do I need somebody?

“Do you have a helper?” a newly arrived expat asks me in the usual way of someone who hasn’t grown up with servants (most of us newcomers to Hong Kong) sussing out whether they should employ staff or not. As a just off the jet gweilo I found the question of hiring a live in … Continue reading

Misgivings in the Mid Levels

“Women are more likely to suffer from anxiety and depression and self medicate with alcohol,” I read out from the Sunday paper to my husband. “What do you have to be anxious about?” he replies in genuine amazement. “And telling the maid what to do doesn’t count.” I can understand why he would think this. … Continue reading

Hell on heels

“You’re going to have to wear much higher heels in Hong Kong,” my husband told me when he returned from a recce ahead of our move. “The women there wear VERY high heels.” He was right. Five inches seem to be the norm when I scan both the lunch time and after work crowds. With … Continue reading

Hong Kong Housewife

The official’s hand hovers over my application form with a Tipex brush. An innocuous enough item in itself but to me it looks like a threatening weapon. In the “occupation” box on my Dependent’s Pass application I’ve automatically written “journalist”. “What company do you work for?” he asks at his desk in Immigration Tower, Wan … Continue reading