I've never wanted an eventful life. All the things that have happened to me are so far removed from the visions I had growing up. The highest goal I had was to head servantry in a noble household - still a rather low-ranking dream.
Now, this comfortable life is everything I could have asked for and more. To have a family, friends. People to look after, and to look after me.
My daily routine is straightforward enough. Cecil, often doing business in the later hours of the night, is asleep. He came home a couple of hours ago. I kiss his cheek and he swats me away, still asleep, and I get myself up.
Next is Yves. He could easily enough board at his private school, but I enjoy having him at home, and I worry too much anyway. He's quite good at waking himself, for the most part, and his timing is impeccable; I'm finishing up breakfast as he enters the kitchen. A plate for us, a couple of extra sausages for Chip, cat food for my little furballs, and some leftovers incase Cecil wakes before I