With breakfast snorter in hand Lord UpperClass and family were discussing their encounter with a crocodile on a shoot within deepest Thailand. Downstairs cook was preparing luncheon “Mary!!” exclaimed Mrs Cackle, “Ok, hold your horses! Yes Mrs Cackle”. ”Checked on the orange crumble yet?” Mary discovered to her aghast the crumble was wide of the mark. Mrs Cackle face like beetroot screamed like a steam train whistle…………..“What will we serve the family?” Meanwhile poor Mary had collapsed into a heap on the floor. Another chaotic day at Sutton Mount was in full swing, 1904 what a year, electricity, telephones orange crumble!
TO BE CONTINUED
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