“I suppose I could give it another coat,” I offered, “Why does it smell of disinfectant?”
“You had better see the basement,” she said, and she swept past me and led me down the stairs from the spacious modern kitchen to the old cramped kitchen below and through to the store room formerly servants hall beneath the lounge. XXX “Oh wake up and smell the coffee,” she insisted, “Really the small mindedness of the typical British worker never fails to astonish me.”
“None of my business Madam.” I agreed, “Or is that Mistress.”
“Don’t push it.” she said as she locked the outside door behind me, “But we are not here to discuss my sexual preferences, nor yours for that matter.”
She led me through to the lounge, strangely the floor was as I left it, sealed tongue
