Sometimes I feel like a servant in my own home. Shame I live in a house and not in one the of many French castles. My friend who I live with is always quick to reassure me that this is not the case. Mmmm, I wonder why? Perhaps he does not want me to think that our relationship is based on medieval castle structure.
Back in the old days, the masters living accommodation,or domain as they referred to it, and the servants quarters were so different that you would have thought you were in two different places, for instance the masters domain was light and spacious, filled with stone fireplaces, paintings and with a vast range of furniture. On entering into the masters domain you would see the grand staircases and the great halls that had numerous huge windows and mirrors, which would then reflect all the incoming light into these magnificent decorated rooms.
The servants accommodation on the other hand was very sparse in most things, but livable. They were put in the basement so that they would be out of sight from the master and his guests. The servants had their work cut out for them, being on hand day and night, not to be seen or heard until there master called them and then appearing from out of nowhere so they would not have to make their master wait, this was achieved by using some of the many back entrances that these French castles rooms hid so well, and also making sure that they were not seen or heard until called for by their master or his family.
On reading this article my friend thought that I had written this very well, again, I stop and think to myself, I wonder why, perhaps my home lifestyle is very much like it was in the old French castles. If I lived in a castle like this fine French Castle print then perhaps I would feel better being a servant in my own home.