Bit of a shock

It's all been rather quiet of late which I put down to the weather. The paperboy was late again and I am coming to the conclusion that he is concerned that he will see Slider's bike outside his front gate and so delays his departure until such time as he is sure the coast is clear. I don't think he has anything to worry about as his young lady is obviously smitten with him.
Still, he's got a few years before he has to start on the blue pills.

I had Raggy, my 'new' butler up here for a few hours yesterday. It's all rather amusing really. He spent a few hours dusting and moving stuff back where my grandfather had it and then found all the stuffed animals that grandfather used to have around the place and that I had put away in the old servants quarters. He dusted and wiped them all down and now the front lobby and entrance hall looks like Marwell bloody zoo. Still, it keeps him happy.
At one point I kept getting a whiff of something a bit like a dog kennel followed by a low hissing noise. I asked him if he could smell it and the old boy looked slightly embarrassed and said that his piss-sack was pressurising and that he should go and empty it before it went off like the header tank on a Vauxhall Viva.

Lumpkin never showed up the other night so I don't know what the latest is on the school teacher and the parish councillor. Still, at least it gave my bottle of Port a rest.
Young Dylan dropped in as she had no electric in the old stable block so I went over to check the fusebox.
Turned out it had tripped so nothing serious. She couldn't say what had drawn such a large amount of power to knock it out, however I did see one of Pilly's business cards on the side...
I still don't actually know her proper name and I refered to her as 'Dylan' a couple of times and she seemed okay with it. I bet Lumpkin would know her name, he seems to know everything that goes on around here. He has his fingers in a lot of pies does Lumpkin and other things besides.

I might draw along to The Bull this evening for a change. Apparently Hilly was in there the other night, drunk as a skunk and threatening to go home and strangle his wife who seems to have turned into Medusa. In the end he was calmed down by Dusty who said that it was no good getting irate as it would only make things worse. He told Hilly that he should go home and run his wife a nice, deep hot relaxing bath and let her settle into it with a nice glass of wine.
He should then plug every available electrical appliance into an extension lead and dump the lot in the bath with her.
I hope Hilly's fuse board is as sensitive as the one here...