god what is that terrible noise?
it's kept me awake all night- butler? i say, BUTLER! [where is that blasted man?]
{ahhhh sir how is one feeling? i was just dusting down your chamberpot collection, quite something now isn't it sir? three pots! my lord, oh my, we'll show the brigadir at next years fete sir! you see if we don't}
[despite my glans being on fire butler, i can't help but allow a small smile to creep across my face, the chamberpot collection really is going places.]
anyway, whats on the menu today, i'm feeling a little feint after last week's exhuastions
have you any tinctures to aid my mood? i think i have bubbles on the brain, my cerubellum has swollen beyond all acceptable proportions
{ah sir regrettably not, sir shall have to endure these pains for just a little while longer, however i have baked up a fresh batch of cinnamon toasts
would sir care to try one?}
where's this narrative going?
{i'm not sure sir, it appears to be meandering over you complaining and deciding what to have for breakfast
i think whoever's writing this walked off for a minute to get a glass of water, then promptly forgot what they were doing
it happens to us all sir, i shouldn't worry ones temperament with the matter}
ah, i see, well fair enough, give the old boy a break, happens to us all, eh? what?
{thats it sir, a bit of war time spirit}
...
why have you been silent for 6 minutes?
{sorry sir, i can hear an old man stroking an apple at a bus-stop on the grounds, its a little distracting}
good god! well get him the bally off my grounds!
i can't have my number one distracted!
{i will sir, right away sir, oh sir there appears to be a letter from pigaphant}
excellent stuff, leave it on the side on your way out, i'm going to have a little nap for 7 months, if you could be so kind as to wake me for the fete, i shouldn't like to miss wiping the smile of that blasted brigadirs face!
{quite sir, quite}