Saturday, January 24, 2009
MONEY! THAT'$ WHAT I WANT!.
i happened to mention to m.o.h. over breakfast this morning, as the parlourmaid was bringing in the newspaper and correspondence on a silver tray, while the 2nd housemaid set down a perfect 3 minute egg, toast and preserves, on the pristine-handmade-irish-linen-tablecloth on the stupendously-large-priceless-antique-imported-mahogany-table, in our luxurious-and-ridiculously-suave-and-sophisticated breakfast room on the third floor of our sumptuous-multi-levelled mansion, that i was rather delighted that the temperature was going UP to minus 6 today.
"what SHALL we do in this temperate climate?" i mused aloud as cook came into the breakfast room to replenish the empty dish of kedgeree and to gently enquire how i would like the braces of pheasants, just now caught by our gamekeeper, parker, prepared for this evening's feast, which is to be attended by sir paul mccartney, bono and er, michael flatley?, no, er, sting? no er, simon cowell? yeah that's it.
i mulled this over as i finished my crossword (in under 3 minutes) and inclined my head slightly in the direction of jeeves; his signal to add more coals to the fire and to stoke up a good old blaze.
jeeves knows exactly what my nods mean.
this tilt of the head means, 'more coals', that one, 'more light', and an upward turn of the chin means 'draw the curtains and back slowly and silently out of the room with head bowed.'
you don't believe that clippy has a house full of servants and people who wait on my every whim?
and, pray, why not?
it could happen.
as if i would make up such a thing.
well actually i WAS trying to impress you.
i had nothing to blog about and i thought you might be interested in what actually goes on here at clippy mansions.
can't tell 'em THAT!
so i thought i'd polish it up with just a little bit of embellishment here and there, thinking that you'd fall for it, er believe it.
but i'm afraid my imagination ran away with me.
it's just that i've bought a $10 share in a $40 lottery ticket for this weekend.
the jackpot's up to, oh about !$43 million! i think.
and i started to imagine what it would be like.
would i let it change me that much?
are you kidding me?
i know when m.o.h. and i discuss the 'haves' of this world, as we are sometimes wont to do when bored and tired of hovering over a candle for warmth as we share a jar of cold tea made from a twice brewed teabag, and the things that the haves get up to while they scatter their dosh willy nilly here, there and everywhere, we may pause for a moment in our gentle reverie to be realistic, and yes, somewhat fatalistic, and ask ourselves that one true, burning question,
"but..... are they really happy?"
and the answer, unfailingly, is
"of course they're effing happy! They're LOADED!!"
so allow me my fantasy will you?
put out that damned light.