We'll have to do it by hand or get someone in to do it." Don't let's be too hasty on that," said Jenny. "We don't want any extra expense until we can ...fford it or it really becomes too much for us."James agreed. "It's rather like the kitchen assistant," he said, "not taking one on until the pressure stops me doing it all. When the time comes, we might consider getting someone who would do both." Well," said Jenny, "you'd better get back to your varnishing while I wash all the plates and put. I had come into town to meet my life long friend Mel. I had known her since she came to work with me some thirty years ago and we had become almost joined at the hip, in fact, I probably spent more time with her than with my husband, Alec. After being made redundant we had gone our separate ways professionally but remained close friends. Oh, let me introduce myself. I am Anna. I recently 'celebrated' my Fifty Seventh birthday. Okay, celebrated is not really the right word because suddenly I. They’re just another bunch of workaholic wannabe cowboys that I have to deal with. Christopher looked up at the sky and realized it had begun to get dark. He wiped his hands on his jeans and headed towards the main house for some dinner. Upon arriving at the house, he saw a BMW parked out front and wondered who it belonged to — no one in these parts drove a useless city car. ‘Thank you so much for letting me stay here a week early. My bosses wanted to make sure that everything was up to their. Later that morning Stan went to see Anne. He found her busy at work as usual, along with her staff. ‘Hi Anne! How are you today?’ Anne turned to look at him. Her eyes were bloodshot and she had dark circles around her eyes. She looked sallow, drained, but there was a fire in the core that was not only hot, but hotter. Anne was doing what she did, working flat out with a goal in mind, Stan knew, and was well on top of it. He just didn’t know what it was. ‘Oh, Stan, hi, love. I’m fine, and you?’.