The awfulness of modern me time
Be gentle with Kirkhouse. He has been in a bit of grump since he returned from, what can best be described as, a Spa Day and he has not recovered his balance yet. It appears Mrs Kirkhouse announced that they were to assail such a thing, in the company of her nieces, and, as far it appeared to him, it would be a trip to a Turkish Bath; where he would part company with the women of his household and eventually meet up after afternoon tea, refreshed and reinvigorated. This was not the case. Equipped with nothing more than a much washed dressing gown and some hastily bought sandals he entered the demiparadise dedicated to the relaxing arts. It must be said, in his defence, he has been ignoring other people for so many years that he perfected this art and so he was not unduly bothered by the presence of the ‘Ladies that Lounge.’ It started to go wrong, however, when he failed to find a single ash try and, being too polite to point this out to one of the Maids of All Works w...