A maid?????

I’m fully recovered today and I went for a nice fly around the area in the morning. That was fun.

And also, guess what everybody? I got myself a maid!!   Yippeee.   She is ensconced near the pile, cleaning.   I told her she was not allowed to remove the pile.   She could tidy up and dust around it so that I could collapse on it whenever the need arises.

8:20 AM I hate maids, she keeps trying to come and talk to me and I can’t be bothered.   8:45 AM, I am really annoyed as she keeps trying to peck the pile.   Pervert!

9:00 AM I’m furious now, the maid is USING my pile and feeding off it at the same time.   Mega pervert.

10 AM What is it with this maid?    She is now making herself comfortable around MY effing pile. Looks like she’s making herself at home.   This is getting suspicious.   You can never trust the help, really.

You know what?   This is getting really suspicious. I wonder if my maid is actually an imposter? Maybe an admirer of mine?   Trying to wheedle its way into the house.

I’m standing in the corner, trying to ignore the imposter pipsqueak.   I’m pretending I can’t see it. Is it the maid or is it an admirer? I don’t want to do anything rash and chase away a possible admirer, a woman needs a man in her life.   But if it’s the maid, I don’t want her getting funny ideas about me.   Oooh, look, the maid sat down.! This is impossible.   What shall I do?

But what if it’s a squatter? There are such things you know.