A Man Study

This is a door.
This is the door to his Lordship's study.
This door is closed
Firmly.
For long stretches of time.

Behind this door is his Lordship.

This door is the entrance to his self appointed refuge, and is impermeable to household sounds.
These include door bells, ringing phones, and the annoying noise of the vacuum cleaner, and leaves its inhabitant immune and isolated from the comings and goings of family and friends.

You enter at your peril.

Nothing is too important to break the atmosphere of cloistered peace within.

Domestic crises are not entertained with equanimity should one feel emboldened enough to open this door and report.

It is opened from time to time by his Lordship to answer the call of nature and for sustenance.

It is always open on a Wednesday when his Lordship has fled to the hills for some more peace.

I am allowed to open the door to say that supper is served.

My work space has no door. All are welcome.