A Clumsy Maid

I'm playing an Edwardian maid in a amateur play at the moment. The director probably would not have cast me in that role if she had had any inkling of quite how I clumsy I am. I trip over coming on stage, I've dropped a tray full of glasses (thankfully plastic), and I'm dreading when we move out of the rehearsal rooms and into the theatre as there will be even more opportunities for me to fall over things, walk off things, and generally make an idiot of myself.

It does make me wonder, though, quite how I would have fared in a real Edwardian household, maybe one where the maids were spanked for clumsiness. I suspect I would have never been able to sit down, as I would have had a permanent sore bottom from being taken to task for my many spillages and accidents. I'm very grateful I live in the 21st century, and don't have to worry about breaking the glasses in the sink anymore. Now I blame the dishwasher!