December 19, 2012 by patrickpadget
Lord Cuthbert’s ancestor, Philbert Ignatius Parr, was a close friend of Charles Dickens and together they spent many a happy evening at Downham Abbey roasting their chestnuts in front of a crackling fire, tossing off many a witty remark, reminiscing about the “good old days” when pheasant plucking was a regular countryside pleasure and when they had bowled many a maiden over on the village green.
“My Dear old Philly”, said Dickens raucously “Do you remember when Dr Trumper’s locum came up to the Abbey and asked you to drop your trousers so that he could carry out an investigation?” “How could I forget it?” said Philbert “I thought he was the postman!” “Don’t you know the difference between a post box and your arse?” thundered Dickens. “I don’t.” said Philbert. “Well I won’t send you out to post a letter then old boy!” guffawed the great man.
Meanwhile, in London, Dickens’ nephew Bob is having a good rummage with his manservant: