Housekeeper’s Diary
It is March. And I am fifty. Two things that strike me as quite impossible for wasn’t it Christmas just yesterday. And surely I am…
It is March. And I am fifty. Two things that strike me as quite impossible for wasn’t it Christmas just yesterday. And surely I am…
Good lord. Let us not speak of the fact that It is already the middle of February and I have been missing in domestic action…
The oddest of nights. Ste so out of sorts, that only a trip to Marks and Spencer in search of their finest Macaroni Cheese and…
The house is grumpy in the quiet hours of the morning. creaking and groaning in to life, and for a while apparently determined to make…
The lane is shut while men in yellow jackets do things at the end of it. And oh what bliss it is to have it…
Arggghhh rats! Blooming rats. A plague of them. Well at least two. Apparently disgruntled by the harvest in the field behind the house, or perhaps…
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