“Carrie - did you happen to hire someone to steam clean the carpets and do some painting around here?”
“No, definitely not me. I’ve noticed them around the place as well. Quite busy they are. And working very quickly. I thought you had hired them. They’re certainly needed. Especially after all the social activity around here this year and last. Maybe one of your staff hired them? You should get them to hire some gardeners as well, ours is looking tired and torn up after all the parties. Really could use some TLC and a little sprucing up.”
“I don’t really have a lot of staff left to deal with matters of that sort. And the few I do have, are reluctant to do anything I ask them. When I ask them for something, they reply ‘What’s the point?’, ‘What’s the use?’ or ‘Why bother?’ They make me feel quite uncomfortable. And scared. Ever get that feeling of impending doom?”
Carrie’s phone rings.
“Hello, ‘Mrs. Johnson the Third’ speaking.”
She laughs and winks at Boris as she leaves the room to take the call in private.
She returns quickly looking rather perplexed.
“BoJo dear, are you not telling me something? That was a removals firm. They said they can’t do the job this weekend, but they can have us packed up and at our new place late next week. What the hell is going on?”
“Damn, you haven’t been watching the news or reading the papers, have you? I really wish you would. It would’ve saved the touchy convo we’re about to have…”.