Once again I find myself as host as her Ladyship and his Ludship are on a Transatlantic meander to see the Son and heir and his fiddler floozy! To think of all the years I cared for that boy and the promises he made to me, that when he was grown, he and I....... But now look cast aside just like his blue fluffy comfort blanket.
Enough of all that, as the stately pile has been so quiet and the weather quite poor, I have fair excelled myself and the buffet sideboard is groaning with tasty treats of all sorts to suit all palates. A wide array of drinks too as is the rule.
This weeks guest tailcock is the Champagnzeeee, a very refreshing number with a hint of grout and a biscuity undertone.
For the waffle I have:
Blue glass rolling pin (small crack)
4 Lavender tea-lights
2 solar lights that only work in the day
Book of Sudoku (half done)
So a big welcome to members old and new. The Butler will take your coats, indeed be wary, he may take anything.
That tailcock hit the spot. Its my birthday on Wednesday so if the lock could be removed from the cellar door we might find something excellent to celebrate with.
Alas, Miss giveup, the good stuff is reserved for the staff after-hours party - why else would Matron's tailcocks effervesce so violently? The ingredients tend not to be natural bed-fellows...