No, it was always the pretty young scullery maid

Who would then get up the duff and be thrown out of the house for immoraility, sobbing, out into the snow and swirling wind, with just the clothes she stood up in and a tiny bag. And no pay in lieu of notice and no reference. While a grim-faced housekeeper stared with stony and pitiless contempt from the top step before slamming the door. Meanwhile, the heartless gentry were swilling brandy, smoking cigars and chortling in a heartless way upstairs in the drawing room.

Ah, those were the days.

Posted By: Old Git, Nov 23, 15:57:12