Rate this story Mary was in her late sixties and I’d been working for her for quite some time. She was a very friendly lady, and I often had a cuppa with her in her kitchen. One day, I’d started a bit earlier than usual and gave a knock on the door to let her know I was there. She answered the door in her dressing gown. “You’re early,” she said, “I’m not even dressed yet.” I apologized and offered to come back later. “Don’t be silly,” she replied, “you are still welcome to come in for a cuppa if...
