Dear peasant, I would love to have you on my estate if it wasnt for the screaming kids, the obtrusive windbreaks, the rowdy behaviour of the drunken lower classes, howling dogs scaring my pheasants chitless, Chelsea Tractors cutting up my park land, a sea of satellite dishes making the estate look as if there is an Extra-Terrestrial convention going on and last but not least, using my ditches to relieve oneself. Besides Easter is a busy time at Screwemm Hall. There is the Point to Point meeting so Randy Rita and Raunchy Rhona need help in the stables. Someone has to bed them in the hay, the horses that is. My shepherdess, Saucey Susie needs help with the lambing and Lusty Lisa needs help with her milking. All of this and I have to fit in a Clay Pidgeon shoot as well. Pass me a double brandy please Titillating Tina (shes my chambermaid). No wonder I drop off to sleep in the Upper House (the Lords to you) when in the middle of a boring debate.