I was late in from work tonight. Agnes had tidied up, made dinner, and was sitting on the couch in front of the fire watching TV. It was all so cosy. We had a pleasant dinner together, she washed the dishes, and then we chatted for a while. She’s quite interesting really. She began an arts degree but dropped out after both her mother and her father passed away within six months of each other, leaving her depressed, broke and with nowhere to live. She had the wind taken right out of her, but I think she may be on the way up again.
The only problem is Iām no longer allowed to spray spiders or cockroaches in my own home. Instead, we have to catch them in an ice-cream container, usually while screaming, then fling them out the back door. I think Agnes may have been a Buddhist in a previous life. (Or maybe a very good cockroach.)
Unfortunately, I had to shoo her downstairs before Ian arrived, which was a pity.