A Bone To Pick With Jane

 At present we can't just step into the kitchen but have to go into the hall, out through the inner front door, into the garage by a side door and so through the garage (which is very cold) and down a short, dark, passage. It makes me think of the servants in big houses who had to shuttle continuously between the rooms where work got done and the rooms where the masters were- and how nobody questioned the arrangement....

It's one of the bones I have to pick with Jane Austen that she never casts a glance (I'm prepared to be corrected on this) at the people who keep her characters fed and comfortable.