Raising Servants

It began with books, it always does. And then things happened and time passed and another book proved the catalyst, culminating in a throwaway comment by a man in a blue shirt which finally consolidated my thinking on the matter. Over the years I have been noticing a gradual disconnect amongst my generation. There is … More Raising Servants


There were four of them. Binbags, huddled like mourners in the corner of the room. I looked at them for some time but neither of us said anything. What was there to say? It had been another in a long list of extra tasks for the night, the closest I would come to getting a … More Four