It is usually the male of the species who is the hunter gatherer …. Not here ! another pyjama day, and there is the whole frigging weekend to get through. They are all in their rooms waiting to be fed. Two of them wear pyjamas all the time. Off to purchase more to fill the alimentary canals and on my return they are still in pyjamas which have a nasty habit of suggestive dewy protrusion in the crutch area. Also one of them has made free with my printer and left a spent cartridge so bang goes my plan to work this afternoon . The table upon which they might slurp their food is covered in their paperwork and one of them has spread more papers and is working on a laptop.
The more senior one was on deaths doors a month ago and has made a miracle and selective recovery planning a glittering summer season for himself, as per a single man no consultation or inclusion with the housekeeper MOI just entries in my diary …. It sounds a load of fun Holidays in Italy and visits to Glyndebourne, expensive dinners. All the most desirable of sporting events etc etc. So having worked my but off to buy the house in which they reside I am now the lowly servant to all and not taken about . That’s the sum of1 it. Yep and I look for the reason???? It is because I have allowed it to happen… Writing a complicated book which has taken three years ( but never in pyjamas) of which I am fabulously proud took my eye off the ball. So was it worth it ? Of course it was….. but now ???? no more Mrs Nice Guy.
And what about firing blanks ? That is all about my dog Beatrice she is in the honeymoon suite at the breeders hotel no blanks there, she selected a husband of her choice she is very fussy and there will be a lot of puppies I am assured.
PS someone did ask me if the senior one was my father the other day, I replied perkily in the affirmative, the enquirer looked rather jolly and keeps bees on his balcony. I have always been partial to bees.