The Master was not at all difficult to look after. He said it was tiresome for me to have to deal with his clothing, so he chose his outfits himself, right down to his necktie and shirt, and only put out what needed washing for me to collect. So as long as I did what I was told, I couldn’t go wrong.
When it came to taking a bath, too, all I had to do was inform him when it was ready and he would take care of it all himself. He never summoned me to massage him and when it got late, he would tell me to just finish what I was doing and then turn in, taking himself off to bed. He would tell me in advance if he was going to have lunch or dinner with a client. I must say, he was an exemplary Master to work for.
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