Monday, 5 February 2007

A matter of national security

Today she attempted to flood our little flat. She was going to do the dishes, forgot, wandered away in a daze (probably thinking about Rufus Wainwright or chocolate - she usually is) and left the tap running. She's claiming that this is more evidence that we need servants. They'd have to be very small, willing to sleep in the wardrobe and work for no money. Which sounds more like slavery to me. I think it's more evidence that she could be dangerous if she fell into the wrong hands. And she's still not allowed a creme egg.

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