The Bed warmer_(0)
I acquired my country estate for a very reasonable consideration on my return from the Americas. Seven years hard work had netted me a goodly sum so I decided the life of a Country Gentleman was at the very least worth trying. An estate, two thousand acres, innumerable cows, sheep and yokels, a village, a church several farms and a fully staffed mansion came as something of a job lot from a firm of solicitors engaged in liquidating the assetts of a once rich nobleman now fallen on hard times. I arrived one September afternoon. The household was lined up for inspection, maids, foot men, cook, ostler. Idlers all. Not one had ever done a hard days work. I was not impressed. The Butler was an insolent fat oaf given to buggering the under footmen, …