Sir, My Greco-Roman mural remains incomplete after unpleasantness with the artist. This displeases me, as the water-carrier figure had not yet been painted. I then do remember that I have servants standing around idle, and so do deploy Maid Eva. I sit an nudes
Sir, Lord Rollright of Shipton do visit, bringing strange prophecies of the future still to come. He 'sees' many folk holding a curious looking glass - one which shows not a reflection of the self, but pictures of the gentle sex without clothing. Rollr
Sir, much commotion from the servants quarters. I race up there with poker in hand, expecting to find an intruder. Instead, I discover only maid Ethel, who explains that she is administering first-aid upon the postman, collapsed from overwork delivering
Sir, Lady B do declare that the staff are idling and are not working as per their contract. I do inspect their work ethic on a regular basis and I find no fault. I vouch to watch the staff closely.
Sir, My Head Gardener reports a glut of root vegetables. I have devised a method of grading the length and girth, Cook will not tolerate any sign of flacidity in the produce.
Sir, A telegram from Gussy Herbert whereupon he declares that he has enjoyed a Prussian Chuckaboo. I imagine that this might be a spiced sweetmeat dish, but on referring to my illustrated dictionary, I was quite shocked as to the practice. Although I not
Sir, Noises from below stairs at 2am. I creep down with my service revolver, to discover maid Beatrice with that blaggard greengrocer. He has given her a hat 'similar to which the ladies do wear' and is giving her much more at which point I do interven
To The Postmaster General, Sir I write to complain about dire state of our mail delivery. Our old postman has retired and his young replacement I believe to be a lazy sluggard! Why, on mant occasions our first post is delayed by as much as half an hour.
