Well, I don’t really, other than for the obvious, but I would LIKE help. Or a minion. Yes, that’s what I need, a minion.
You may ask, “Pen, why do you need a minion.”
I would have thought the answer was pitifully obvious, to do the jobs I don’t want to do and there are plenty of them.
In some quarters minions used to be called, “wives”, but I’m one of those and frankly the job description has changed. Wives aren’t the willing skivvies they were once. Thank goodness.
Perhaps I could have a pixie, or an elf, someone willing to do the necessary tasks that I hate but acknowledge need to be done. I know elves aren’t as friendly as they’re cracked up to be in fairy tales but perhaps if I can swing one a job down the chip shop it might be happy enough.
Until such time I suppose I still have to do the housework.
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