Written for this prompt at the DA Kink Meme.

August 1918

“Daisy!” Mrs Patmore’s bellow rang through the kitchen. “Hurry up and finish the luncheon, and then go and tell Mr. Branson to clear that newspaper off the kitchen table. We don’t want to read about revolutionaries at this hour; we’ll all get indigestion.”

“Oh, I can’t go in the garage,” Daisy ( Read more... )

Written for this prompt at the DA Kink Meme.

February 1920

It seemed rare nowadays to find people who did their jobs for the sheer love of the work, Molesley thought, as he sipped his cup of tea in the Crawley House kitchen at the end of another long day. Mrs. Crawley, perhaps, before the war, with all her work at the hospital. Some of the servants ( Read more... )