Lord Elpus has surpassed himself with an excellent cabbage and we have moved through Rick's second hand wines and ports (I have no idea why he can't get hold of the good new stuff from Tesco's.)
It's not often that Rick and the choirboy travel this far south but today Rick has been trying to see if he actually did have a father etc over at the Records Office whilst his choirboy has been buying instruments of torture for her lover: There is an amazing serrated wooden dildo (cunningly portrayed as a ravioli rolling pin) and a metal wringer for his dangly bits (also creatively decribed as a pasta machine).
RIck is in for a good night tonight. Miss Whiplash has nothing on this girl - she could write learned papers on sado-masochistic tendencies.
Lord Elpus has been regaling us all with his dreams of Elpus Hall Mk II; it involves draw-bridges, moats and 'Trespassers will be shot' notices. and, a dining room to match the size of his present magnificent dining table (if extended it would burst through each side of the present Hall simultaneously).
Lynnie is wearing her new pensioners outfit - a waterproof dress in a natty pale shade of yellow - very handy for later years in the care-home.
Lord E's upside-down cake was a triumph and now he is taking on the Welsh bi-lingual road signs.
Plus ca change. Plus, c'est la meme chose.