David Robbins: I just cannot stop thinking about 'them upstairs' . . .
I live in a house that once had servants. Not the whole gamut of servants, mind. Not butlers and footmen and chamber maids and valets. Not coachmen, under-gardeners, governesses or scullery maids.
But there is a room at the top of the house at the back that was definitely a maid's room.
Oh, and there's an old bell-pull by the fireplace in the drawing room. God knows how many times I've pressed it, yet nobody arrives and says, "You rang, sir?"