While finishing off the dishes (Yes, I wash them by hand!) the following sprung to mind......
Suddenly the door flew open, and with an ear shattering bang hit a 17th century oak heirloom. Nonplussed his Lordship declared "11 o'clock!!" and calmly rose from his chair by the fireside. "Nightcap, my dear?" he asked his wife, closing the door, and throwing a percursory glance at the newest dent in his heirloom. Accepting a Drambuie from her husband, her Ladyship offhandedly stated that she'd ask the butler to have Lord Percy's ancient chest moved.
The couple did not pay heed to Lord Percy's frustrated moan, floating up the stairs to the bell tower, wondering how to get rid of them!
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