Martin Noakes lived alone in the small country village of Mornington-By-Mere in the Finchbottom Vale which nestled between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.
Which was a quaint picturesque village, a proper chocolate box picturesque idyll, with a Manor House, 12th Century Church, a Coaching Inn, Windmills, an Old Forge, a Schoolhouse, a River and a Mere.
He lived in one of the row of five terraced dwellings, called Brooke Side Cottages, at number 2, which was in the part of the Village known as Manorside.
Martin was a well-respected member of the Mornington community, parish councillor, church warden and school governor.
He had had a very late night the night before and the next day when he finally arose it was quite late.
So after a shower he walked downstairs to find Mrs Willis hard at work with a j-cloth.
Mrs. Willis was his cleaner and not an exotic dancer so the j-cloth was not being used as an erotic prop but for more mundane reasons.
“Morning Paula” he said
He had forgotten it was cleaning day, he usually got himself up early when Mrs Willis was about.
“I think you’ll find it’s nearer the afternoon sir” she corrected him.
Paula could be a surly old bird but she was a marvellous cleaner and absolutely godsend in more ways than one.
She had the knack of making him feel like he wasn’t a well-respected pillar of the community and he found her to be incredibly intimidating so he made himself a coffee and made his way to the study.
“I haven’t done in there yet” she called after him
“That’s ok just come in when you’re ready” he replied
He closed the door and switched on the computer and checked his email.
About half an hour later the door of his study opened and Paula Willis entered wearing her French maids outfit.
“Is now a good time sir?” she asked
“Now is a perfect time” he replied and Mrs Willis smiled saucily
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