Sorry I missed the shindig last night, I was just getting ready for it when Lord L burst into my dressing room to say that old
Dodders ( butler) had drunk all the fermenting ginger and rhubarb wine from the buttery, and had gone wild.We scoured the grounds and adjoining woodland for ages, with no sign of him but eventually tracked him down to the village, where he was banging on cottage doors and shouting ‘let me in missus and I’ll show you a good time!’
Lord L threw his old tweed overcoat over Dudder’s head and wrestled him to the ground, where fortunately he lay quietly
( in fact he had gone to sleep.)We borrowed a wheelbarrow from the cottage and wheeled him home again, then locked him in the scullery for the night.He’s a dear old thing as a rule but alcohol does things to people.....so they say.?