Before the Newspapers have been Ironed.......

Whilst we awoke at Creel HQ, Bernard had taken the opportunity to surprise us by giving our sitting room a makeover.  He banged the gong for breakfast.  Because  Bernard's CV says 'Gentleman's Gentleman' he naturally arranged for Scullion to serve us breakfast. He scorched our crumpets on the log fire; he had explained the toaster wasn't available as it is his day off.  Bernard was a bit louche, having overwintered in Marseille.  He sported Harris Tweed, plus twos, a monocle and well-buttered jodhpurs. I pressed Scullion in the kitchen.  He over roasted the kippers, the very same act he was chased out of Roedean for.  And as for ower boiling the cloutie dumpling, give me strength.  We had to retire to the study as Cook became hysterical in the kitchen.  Passing through the Library l noticed Christie, the only coalman to wear a suit, emptying a sack of nutty dross into the chute. Roll on the croquet season.  After a brief break, and a game of billiards, we are now heading for the Hoy ferry.