The Eyrie

There may be a variant spelling: aerie. And some difference of opinion about pronunciation. But the effect is the same— a bird's view of the surroundings. It fits for my little white office here on the flat of the block. Office, refuge, eye of the storm. The storm today is the discussion about "Tilex," which I bought in accordance with the cleaning woman's wish. I spoke, ill advisedly, with Aged Parent about the toxicity of said substance, at length, now to my deep regret. I couldn't get to an acceptable non-toxic version on my checkered day of errands, settled for the toxic version (as I suspect many other well-intentioned souls have done also) for the sake of pure expediency. Well...now I have to eat my progressive, green words and justify to AP the acquisition of said toxic substance. Lordy above. Just don't try to phone me for the good 1/2-hour this will take. Probably I will...LIE. Yes, prevaricate, obfuscate, and downright not Tell the Truth. Why bother? Are my ethics compromised? Or is there a clause in the contract that understands the Aged Parent footnote?