So that chunk of the UK scene that says I and mine aren’t miserable enough to be doing this for real are wrong? Gosh! And there I was thinking they’d awarded themselves the title of ‘Master’ because they had unravelled the secrets of Life, the Universe & Everything!

How silly of me! I knew there was a reason I get on better with non-British slaves and plan to take mine to France just as soon as I can get them back into Europe.

I never did find out what made “The Giggle Sisters” giggle quite as much as they did though. They really were the model of discretion and it even took me a good while to work out they were ‘playing’ while they worked.

At first, I did wonder if it had something to do with batteries, buzzing noises and the slave/maid always needing to literally run to the lavatory, clearly in very urgent need, but …

Well, they did join me for a drink once, at the end of their shift, and I remember the Mistress saying how much they both liked German white wine and how elegantly slender the bottles were. I remember them sharing a bottle while we talked.

Then they both started grinning and giggling and … Well, I admit that I was pretty drunk at the time, but I don’t remember anyone clearing the table, is the thing.. I just noticed the still half-full bottle wasn’t there anymore and them both giggling and saying they needed the loo.

I remember thinking it a little odd when the Mistress asked for a napkin on her return and then proceeded to dab her lips dry while her slave/maid flushed crimson but …

So no long-faces required then? I am so pleased! *SMILE*