Funnily enough she liked it in there. A lot.
It was warm and dark, the sounds of the world were muffled and it smelled faintly of spices and porridge.
She wondered if perhaps she had been a monk in a previous life. A monk who had spent long periods of time meditating alone in a cave in a foreign land.
The quiet, the peace, the serenity. mmmmmmmmm
Then out of nowhere, all of a sudden the door opened and her farmer boy was pushed in the dark, quiet pantry too.
They're kissing! They're kissing! Came the chorus from outside.
So they did.
They didn't even care when the door was opened and they were caught in the act.
All too soon the moment was over. The smallest needed help with the toilet, the middle needed a jar opened and the feta spread and the eldest had to be driven to her hip hop class.
The day went on.