It is the working man who is the happy man.
Between Christmas and New Year
I know I haven't made that many friends among the staff here. Most of them're siding with Percival with his nose still out of joint about my getting what he'd already thought of as his job, and the rest're wary of my having known the Colonel - his Lordship - in the past. And between the Army and the places I've worked, most of them seem pretty la-di-da for servants, like they think they're better than me.
Feels like the only person've had a sensible conversation with's the kennelman, so one night I take my bottle of beer, and a couple more I bought in the village, and go out to see if I can find him. He reminds me of men I served with - no nonsense sorts, rough round the edges but not thinking themselves better than they are just cos they work for someone with a title.
Open to Gaueko
I know I haven't made that many friends among the staff here. Most of them're siding with Percival with his nose still out of joint about my getting what he'd already thought of as his job, and the rest're wary of my having known the Colonel - his Lordship - in the past. And between the Army and the places I've worked, most of them seem pretty la-di-da for servants, like they think they're better than me.
Feels like the only person've had a sensible conversation with's the kennelman, so one night I take my bottle of beer, and a couple more I bought in the village, and go out to see if I can find him. He reminds me of men I served with - no nonsense sorts, rough round the edges but not thinking themselves better than they are just cos they work for someone with a title.
Open to Gaueko