Late For Breakfast.

 I woke this morning to find that it was just as cold as it was when I went to bed, not that there was any reason why it wouldn't be but I just thought I would mention it. I lay under the covers for a while working up courage to get out of bed. 

After a trip to the bathroom, which was also freezing, I got dressed and went downstairs as grandfather was nowhere to be seen. I thought I may find someone down there to tell me what fate had in store for me today. Also it would be warmer, or at least it was last night anyway.

The door to the staff dinning room opens to the corridor right opposite to the bottom of the stairs, so as soon as I got to the second landing I could hear people talking and by the time I got to the bottom of the stairs I could see everyone sitting around the table. Grandfather was at the far end and Miss Oliver at this end with her back to me. Down the right hand side sat Cindy and Ivan. I went to take up my place on the left hand side opposite Cindy. I'd hardly taken more than three steps in to the room when grandfather said in his usual abrupt, surly manner, "There's no point in you coming in here, breakfast starts at eight sharp."

"How am I supposed to know, I'm not a flippin' mind reader." I replied feeling frustrated and angry.

"Well, if you had not gone slopping off to your bed as you did, you would have been told! Also, if you must use the word, it's flipping with a G on the end."

I could feel my eyes filling up with tears, I was bursting to say what I thought of the grumpy little twat, and I think looking back Miss Oliver could see this because she now stepped in, "Sit down, I'll find you something just for this morning but in future just remember to be here for eight at the latest, if I was you I'd aim to be hear ten minutes sooner in case you get delayed."

I sat down and Cindy got up and returned a few minutes later with some toast and marmalade and asked if I wanted tea or coffee. Grandfather got up and cleared off at this point, thank goodness. I was tempted to ask him about his manners though, just getting up and slopping off like that without being dismissed. How does he know I didn't have something to tell him, I might have wanted to tell him what a dick I think he is.