morning, noon
You also wish you were dead . The landlady , Mrs Jones , is a widow , or grass-widow , Welsh , of course , and clannish ; flat face , watery grey eyes , shallow , selfish , ignorant , and a hypocrite unconsciously -- by instinct . But the worst of it is that Mrs Jones takes advantage of the situation to corner you in the passage when you want to get out , or when you come in tired , and talk . It amounts to about this : She has been fourteen years in this street , taking in boarders ; everybody knows her ; everybody knows Mrs Jones ; her poor husband died six years ago -LRB- God rest his soul -RRB- ; she finds it hard to get a living these times ; work , work , morning , noon , and night -LRB- talk , talk , talk , more likely -RRB- . `` Do you know Mr Duff of the Labour Bureau ? '' He has known her family for years ; a very nice gentleman -- a very nice gentleman indeed ; he often stops at the gate to have a yarn with her on his way to the office -LRB- he must be hard up for a yarn -RRB- . She does n't know hardly nobody in this street ; she never gossips ; it takes her all her time to get a living ; she ca n't be bothered with neighbours ; it 's always best to keep to yourself and keep neighbours at a distance .