Quotes by : Martine Bailey

So on Christmas morning I was up at five o'clock, making the fire as bright as a furnace, baking minc'd....

That's how it is for us servants. No one pays you much heed; mostly you're invisible as furniture. Yet....

Just outside Dover we stopped at an inn and I snatched a taste of dainty fried fish named smelts, and....

Around me shone the kitchen I'd worked in each day: the copper pans hung neatly, the scratched wooden....

I was thrown together with Florence, or 'Florawns' as she was called, a pert girl of nineteen who worked....