Dear Henny, whilst in London Town I’ve gone to Sotheby’s booksellers, they’ve granted me access to their statue collection, and I’m seeing to the possible acquisition of one, a wonderful Satyr piece. A daguerreotype is enclosed, with my assistant
Sir, Daisy, my new maid, does exclaim that she is most tired and exhausted from her work. Fearing her imminent collapse, I sit her down upon a nearby table to rest. I sit opposite her for a good thirty minutes or more, to ensure that she is fully recover
Sir, Following a dispute with the local milliner, I find myself without anyone to repair the hat I wear for Sunday best. Maid Elly offers to help, she has previously worked in such a role. My hat is returned with a remarkable velour, and many did whisper
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
Sir, A new chandalier arrives from Paris. The correct height must be determined and I devise a novel scientific method using staff to gauge my calculations
Dear Hubby, the ladies club has had a new debate erupting regarding equestrian style. Given our nudity compromise, we’re debating the merits of topless and bottomless riding!
