Clean conscience
Jan 31, 2021
2 minutes
ROSEMARY McLEOD
I come from the aristocracy of clean. We go untitled but recognise each other with handshakes reeking of disinfectant. Or rather, others do. I let the side down.
The three generations of women before me on my mother’s side were all in domestic service at some point. My great-grandmother was a dairy maid, my grandmother a maid who liked looking after small children,
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