December 15, 2009

He Brought the Duke to a Shooting Party

From our minuscule "aristocratic eccentricities" file (insofar as we know no aristocrats), a problem of identity at a country-house weekend.

'Then she said: "You won't be able to shoot as we haven't enough guns, so Gerald will be shooting on your peg."

'To which I replied: "But Gerald doesn't shoot - he's my retriever."

1 comment:

Yewtree said...

There's a gun on the library table, Carruthers....

I name my teddy-bears after famous occultists and writers -- no cases of mistaken identity yet, but one author has met his corresponding teddy-bear. Come to think of it, I'll have to name one after you, Chas (I haven't acquired any since knowing you).