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bundle of keys in shock and told me they never heard these jokes in Germany! So I took my hiding rather than be locked up. To this day I am still very frightened of the dark.
    This particular morning, I thought I’d be brave and not think about anything. I’d just go straight down and back. Nothing to it! I got the lantern, set my fears aside and off I went. The wind was blowing the leaves in all directions. It was stronger as I got further down the track. A couple of times the flame nearly went out. I was starting to get shivers down my back but I kept on walking till I reached the big fence. I put the lantern in a position where the light shone faintly on the orange tree.
    Now I was over the fence, making my way there, when I heard this movement like something scratching the ground. I looked up and right in front of me, under the orange tree, I saw this big woolly ram ready to charge. I let out one big scream, and I was back over that fence in no time.
    The lantern went out, I didn’t wait to pick it up, I left it there next to the fence. Like a hunted doe with her heart full of fear, I bounded back to the house and never once looked back.
    I went into the garage, turned on the big lights and sat there till I caught my breath.
    Now that I had got my breath back, and I was my normal self again, I wondered what to do about her orange juice? No way was I going back down there again. So what I thought I’d do was go into the kitchen, get two oranges and squeeze the juice out of them.
    So I went quietly into the kitchen. Nobody was up yet. Quickly, I rushed around and got her orange juice ready. I went into the lounge, got her glass out, poured the juice in, put a clean doyley over it, cleaned my mess up, then went outside. I felt good now as it was beginning to get light. Before I started sweeping I thought I’d better go and get the lantern, as I did not want to explain anything to her. So I ran down to get it.
    That horrible old ram was still there. Before I knew what I was doing I picked up a rock and threw it to get even with him. I collected the lantern and went back to sweep her driveway.
    I made sure everything was done before she got up. I wanted to be in the kitchen then because I remembered she had said she was getting up early, and if I was outside she would start asking questions, as it should not take that long for my outside jobs to be completed. So having swept her driveway, I went into the kitchen glad that she was not up yet. I set her table for breakfast, then put the kettle on.
    By this time it was ten to seven. As she came in, I said “Good Morning”, and as usual got no answer. I was asked where had I put her orange juice? I told her it was on her breakfast table. She told me to go and get it as she would have it in the kitchen.

    She drank it down, then shuddered with distaste, her wrinkles tightening up on her old face. “Oh that was very bitter, the sweet oranges must be just about all gone,” she said.
    I continued on with my duties as if I did not know anything about it. She told me, “When you go down to the orchard, you’ll find an old man there working. Could you ask him to pick a bag of sweet oranges off the tree? He’ll know what kind I want, and what tree to pick them from. Then bring them up to the house and put them in the pantry. I’ll have two of those every morning.”
    â€œAnd now that you have been here over three months, you can do all the cooking. I’ll leave a menu in the kitchen on the wall so that you can follow what meals we are having during the week. The main meals will be breakfast and tea at night, when we are all together. Don’t worry about dinner so much, as most of the time we won’t be here. If the boys are not going to be here for any of our meals I’ll let you know.”
    â€œYou can start by cooking bacon and eggs for our breakfast. We’ll have our eggs medium and for a change we’ll have