Traditional Wednesday morning activity when off work (be that a day off, a night or a late shift), hiding from the cleaner. I could have left a note and hidden on the top floor, but that level especially needed addressing. So I fled the house at 08.15am, planing to return at mid-day. I actually returned at 11.30am and her car remained on the drive, so rather than going in and simply saying hello I turned my car around and drove to a near-by disused pub and sat on the car park and waited a further half-an-hour. That can't be right?
All to avoid having to engage in small talk and the inescapable feeling that she is my slave and I am her master (Lord of the Manor)
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