In retrospect, my wife regretted trying to explain to our nanny why the kitchen calendar had an entry reading, “Sex party!! !”“It’s for his job, you see,” she began, after realising the appointment had been up on the wall, unremarked upon, for two weeks. Our nanny interrupted, with the air of someone who had been waiting two weeks for this conversation. I do not need to know.” She held up her hands in magnanimous tolerance – she had made moral peace with her employer’s activities and would hear no more of it. So it was that even before I went to my orgy in a Home Counties bungalow, contemplated the naked jacuzzi,…

Source: The Times March 24, 2018 00:02 UTC