phewwwwwwwww

10:30 AM.    Phew! Relief!   The maid threw down the dishcloth and flew away!   What a relief.   Now I can relax.   A shame if it is actually an admirer and I lost an opportunity.   I'm not good in situations like that, you know, batting my eyelids, mincing around trying to attract attention.   No, I can come across as being quite gruff and aggressive to men.  Shame I couldn't do a little mincing around, a bit like Marilyn Monroe, you know, that sort of thing, all coy and sensuous.  Not me.  Oh well, on with life.  Shame about the maid though. It was good having someone pick up after me, tidy the pile.   These maids, it's always a love hate relationship with them.