“Carol my dear, would you mind awfully grabbing my shooting attire from the back door and placing them on the drying rack for me”
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of course not Nigel my darling…..……
JESUS CHRIST!! Is that your finger or a coke can that’s just tickled my spleen from the basement entrance?!?! It felt like someone just used me as a guitar case.”
“Oh Carol, you do make me laugh. I just saw your delightful rear end calling to me through that Cath Kitson dress and I felt compelled to deliver a good old Dirty Nigel to you bum-hoolio. Love you”
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Love you too you cheeky monkey”