I just awoke from a coma I had been in since last November.
I recall one of the peacocks had taken a pooh on the bonnet of the Bentley, and my dear wife had given the staff off for the rest of the weekend. It was 7pm on the Sunday to be fair to her.
Anyhow, having to fend for oneself, I ventured into the gardeners quarters to try to locate something to wipe it off with, when I mistakenly went into the Llama’s hideout and was attacked, ferociously by a pack of the buggers. They were just getting ready to be sheared so were wild with anticipation.
Anyhow, have I missed much?