" I make the morning fat. A lie in. And why shouldn’t I? I have been working half the night and now I sprawl in slightly sweat-stained sheets, delighting in the sordid luxury of wanton greasy nakedness.

I had been tempted, when the maid came in to clean, to try my borrowed Gallic charm. If I had been a younger man. But, maybe, twice-divorced, now orphaned, battered by the storms of life, I have at last learned just enough self-knowledge to perceive what she would see in me. An old man. Lecherous. At best a source of cash. So I apologised. Said I was sleeping in. Sent her away. "

― Dave Appleby , Motherdarling