It must be two years now since someone asked for my bank details, to which I responded that it had a big varnished wooden front door and two polished brass handles, white painted window frames and a big sign over the door, but it did not have toilets for customer use. The line went dead.
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Today, Saturday morning, at 10:00, the telephone rang and I expected it would have been one of my twin sons informing me how their three week holiday in Anglesey had fared, as they were due back very late on Friday.
Indeed, what was heard was the most heavily accented male Indian voice stating it was " Domestic and General" asking to speak to the "Man of the House". I responded by saying that I was Lord Snooty, and noting that the calling company dealt with domestics, asked what their company charge would be for a two week hire of a scullery maid, as we were expecting guests at the manor from France for that period and we would need a second scullery maid. I wonder why the call was terminated by them?