Goodness, I’d tell your daughter to ‘do one’, @Luckylegs - and maybe I’d be a bit ruder than that!
I was very lucky when we lived in the Middle East - had what they used to call a ‘houseboy’ (not living in) paid for by the company and living on site. No women were employed - there was no provision for separate accommodation for women.
He would come in the morning, clean and tidy up and do the washing and ironing. It was fantastic after I went back to work - coming home to a pristine house. That was many years ago and I’ve never once got to the bottom of the ironing basket since! ?
The last one was with us for several years, we grew extremely fond of him, and often paid him extra. They were nearly all Indian and very glad of the jobs, which did stop me feeling guilty about it. Though in the beginning, I would feel unable to just sit when he was working, so I’d start doing some job or other, but I soon learned not to - he’d take it as a reproach that he hadn’t done this or that.
He would babysit for us too (we paid him extra) and I won’t forget in a hurry the first time we left him with dds at about 5 and 2 - came home to find that toddler dd had got hold of a lipstick and smeared it over all sorts. Our chap said, ‘Madam, this baby too much problem!’ ?
Dds grew very fond of him too - we were all (including him!) in tears when we finally had to say goodbye.
I’ve never had anyone in to ‘do’ since.