"Wake up, chit!"<em>The old woman yelled out from the doorway.  Vivienne was still sleeping and it was nigh onto noon.  The fact that she'd been 'working' till the pub closed made no difference to 'Aunt Mary'.  There were chores to be done, in addition to the money Vivienne brought to the old woman for her board, and while not truly an aunt by blood, Vivienne was grateful for the place to stay.<br/><br/>Peeking out from beneath a cover, Vivienne smiled.</em><br/><br/>"Oui, I'll be up and about soon Mary.  Just a moment or two more, to get the mind working, if you don't mind?"<em>Curbing the desire to say more, of a less than pleasant nature, Vivienne moved beneath the cover, and straightened the cotton gown she wore to bed when the nights were too cool to lay about naked.  In a house full of women, modesty was a silliness few observed.<br/><br/>Crawling out of bed, Vivienne padded to the wash basin, and poured fresh water into the bowl.  A few splashes washed off the night and helped the young woman to wake up completely.  She was thankful once again that she did not drink ale, as others did, having tried it once and abhorred the results the morning after.  It was difficult enough to wake up only six hours after a night of dancing.   But today was Sunday, and her only day off.  If she was lucky she'd catch a nap later when her 'Aunt' went into town for her weekly marketing.<br/><br/>When she was dressed and presentable, Vivienne took her weekly rent from the small bag that she wore tied to her thigh, and slipped downstairs and into the kitchen.  Setting the coins on the kitchen table, it was time to feed the chickens, and gather the eggs, so off she went.</em><br/><br/>