Parps5 Jan 2015 23:25
One sincerely trusts that this Slavic nonsense will be short-lived. It is a Snooty tradition in the male line to safeguard the family supply of Old Calvados and vintage Armagnac for generations to come. Indeed, throughout a long and illustrious career, one has always kept a weather, not to say close, eye on the cellars at Schloss Snooty. However, over the years there have been some sad stock depletions: to cite but one instance from one's youth, it was Snooty himself who apprehended Boggins, Pater's old retainer, in the act of selling bottles of the French nectar to the local inebriates, out of the kitchen door at one's residence. Needless to say, he was given his marching orders post haste. These days, in one's more mature years, one is inclined, particularly on days of Her Ladyship's high dudgeon - increasingly frequent, alas - to visit the cellars, select a vintage, and repair to one of the potting sheds, there to contemplate the meaning of life with Nettles, the under-gardener.
Ambrosia sans pareil!