Not with my cleaner, thank God (a fat woman in her 50s) but with another young lady who helped me in my garden.
It arose because some 5 years or so ago I mentioned at the local Gardeners Guild meeting that as I got older I was finding difficulty in managing my half acre garden and was looking for some help for a few hours a week, and a few days later a young woman came and offered her services. I showed her around the garden, explained the sort of help I needed, and signed her on.
She was a good worker and willing learner, and we soon became very friendly, and after she had finished her shift we would sit and have coffee and biscuits together. I don`t remember how it arose, but somehow we reached an agreement that she would come and and spend an hour or so with me one evening a week for which I paid her double time rates, and after a few weeks an increase in rates, plus a promise of confidentiality on my part resulted in her visits all finishing in my bed.
This lasted for nearly 3 years until I first had a mild heart attack, then broke my hip, and finally found that the flag would no longer rise above half mast, and not only did I lose a lot of the remaining pleasure in life, but I also had to find another gardener.
