This, Dear Reader, is the view from my Morning Room.
Ok, I don’t really have a Morning Room, as such, it’s actually just a fancy way of saying a chair by the window in the bedroom.
But I like to refer to it as my Morning Room whenever I am giving instructions to my Butler.
Ok, I don’t really have a Butler, as such, it’s just a fancy way of referring to my little dog who looks like a really bad toupee that a Butler might wear.
So this morning, Dear Reader, whist sitting in my Morning Room admiring the view, I soon found myself ringing for the Butler with the Butler Bell. Which is to say, I called at the very tip-top of my very best lung,
“Here Chancey! Here Chancy!”
. . . because what I refer to as my Butler’s Bell isn’t really a Butler’s Bell, as such, but just a fancy way of saying ‘calling the dog’.
To which my Butler responded by running over and jumping onto my lap — or at least his toupee did.
Twas shortly after that, I instructed my Lady-in-Waiting to bring my breakfast to the Morning Room for my Butler and I — that we might dine whilst partaking of the View of the Estate from the Window of the Morning Room,
Ok, it isn’t really an Estate, as such, it’s just a fancy way of saying ‘tree’. But a pretty one it is. I would even go so far as to say that my Butler’s Toupee and I think it very grand indeed!
But alas, all good things must come to an end.
It seems my Lady-in-Waiting refused to serve us our breakfast due to the fact that she isn’t really a Lady-in-Waiting, as such, but just a fancy way in which I sometimes refer to myself.
And I never make breakfast.
Until next time . . . I love you