Reply To: The Precious Life and Rambles of Liz Tattler

It’s all a bit quiet there, where have they all gone again? One could hear plants growing in that silence.

“Finnley!” she shouted across the mansion, pondering at what demoniac activity the maid was devoted recently.

She hadn’t seen the maid in the all of the week, but somehow they had been communicating in a sort of eerie telepathic way, by subtle positions of objects in the house. A piece of clothe in this or that position would mean, please wash it hasta pronto, but if it was slightly above ground, she somehow would get it was meant to be just folded for another use. There had been a silent tug of war as to where the towel would dry, as she didn’t like it to be in the humid bathroom. And for every lunch, she would find something prepared in the fridge, ready to be heated in the microwave oven.

But she had to tell her, that was enough with chicken and grilled aubergines. A little variety would go a long way…