August 1 '85

Babs,

Please tell me Mr Sheffield is joking! Why on earth is your mother visiting? I'm not sure I want to deal with this.

We must be on our best behaviour! Maxwell might be completely clueless with our games, but I'm guessing dear old Mama Babcock won't be so dim to our ways.

Right, here's what will do. Heads down, back straight. Will do this, be professional and as recompense we have that free week at the end of the month. She's only here for what? Three days. We can cope (right?)

I honestly can't believe Mr Sheffield offered to let her stay here!

We can do this,

XNX

August 3 1985

Niles, oh my goodness. I'm sure she's gotten worse with age. I can't help but notice the looks you are giving one another. Please tell me you haven't argued. She could truly make our lives miserable. So whatever it is just suck it up bellhop I'll make it up to you later.

XxC.C

August 3 '85

C.C,

You have to stop trying to corner me to talk. We have a problem. And I fear it is my fault. Mr Sheffield may want to talk to you. Mrs shuffle however has assured me she is going to try and run interference. Goodness knows how long we have. This is all my fault. I just can't turn it off.

She knows C.C. Your mother, she knows. Well, she thinks she does. She kind of knows, sort of anyway. We've been so careful. No flirting, no bickering, but she still saw. She saw how I look at you.

C.C, she's pulled me aside and let me know exactly how she felt about how I was looking at you. Comments like ' don't get ideas above your station' and ' Keep your grubby servant hands off my child' what is thrown in with countless threats. Threats to me, you, the Sheffield. She said she'd be off to talk to Maxwell about my uncouth behaviour.

Truly, I did nothing. Apparently, according to a certain lady of the house, my eyes give me away. Apparently she finds it 'cute' that I can't hide my love when I look at you. Although she admits its a darn sight less cute right now.

If your mother goes to Maxwell, look I love the man like a brother, but if she threatens Sheffield productions at all, I know you move heaven and earth to separate us. He's painfully single minded.

What do we do Chas? What do I do?

Yours always, Niles

August 3 1985

We lie

Xx. C.C

August 3 '85

Yes darling, I fear I'm going to need a tad more clarity on the plan.

XNX

August 4 1985

Why do I put up with you? Oaf! Mother has just ambushed me demanding to know if, and I quote, ' that dirty old housemaid' has made any kind of a move on me. I mean, I'd hardly called them 'moves'. My my you have made an impression haven't you? How the hell were you looking at me that lead to this? She practically frogmarched me to Maxwells office. Well to cut a long and arduous story short I did what I said I'd do and lied. I told them there's nothing going on with us. If you were watching me, it was definitely only the plan your next childish prank. If I'm completely honest, I must admit I may have piled it on a bit thick. I panicked. I might have mentioned an intense hatred of you. Sorry.

However, I'm not sure mother bought it 100%. She demanded Maxwell will keep an eye on us and if she even suspects any 'deviant behaviour', again a direct quote, she would make sure Sheffield productions never put another play here . Ever. I'm not entirely convinced she has that kind of swing, but I can't rule out either.

We have two options here:

1) Give up- split, go our separate ways.

2) Hide- this will be harder. To everyone we have to appear to hate one another.

Sara says she'll stand by us however she can. She isn't blind to macros more selfish nature. She loves him despite it.

We have to choose sweetheart

XxC.C

August 4 '85

I choose you. Always, and forever.

XNX

November 14 1985

Yes, mop'N'go I know, stop harping on about it! You really do go on like a child sometimes. Talking of your more childish behaviour, where did you hide those papers you took from Maxwell's desk to make me look bad? Maxwell knows you took them too! So please put them back. You made your point, he spent the whole afternoon muttering to myself about which one of us he should fire. Thankfully, he knows he'll crash and burn without us both. So worry not our paychecks are safe.

Are you still free for this weekend?

C.C

Nov 14 '85

Medusa,

Me? Childish? Mr Sheffield is more than aware that I was only getting you back for superglue in all my cleaning supplies to the cupboard. Please no superglue. It's an absolute bugger to get off.

Definitely this weekend, we deserve it

Hate you

XNX

November 15 1985

no superglue. Noted! Thanks for returning my stuff.

See you tomorrow

Hate you more

XxC.C

Nov 15 '85

Can't wait.

Hate you most,

You're ever loyal Butler