It's about 10:00am and one has had a typical start to ones day.
Awake at 5:30am and its on with ones lead boots. Trot up to my servants sleeping quarters and, jumping on to one of my servants (whoever's the nearest, I don't mind), one launches oneself onto and off one of them them and stomp about between them, whilst urging them to do their duty, until they wake up. At 6:30 (on the dot) one of 'em finally does as they are told and one is forced to lead 'em into the kitchen for my first breakfast (today it was chicken and turkey. Nice.) of the day.
After that little lot one takes a moment to have a nice little rest on the settee in the kitchen until one feels a rumbling in the tummy and a slight light-headedness again at 7:45. Then, it's back into the bedroom for another session with the lead boots until one gets ones second breakfast at bang-on 8.
This time it was Ocean Fish. Yummeeeeee.
Strangely, one was feeling quite heavy after that and it was as much as one could manage to trot down to the living room to lie on ones blanket in the sun for a nice little snooze. But one made the effort.
Of course, as one who tells his mealtimes by the position of the sun, one is well aware that the warmth may not last for long.
That's when one appreciates the services of one's well trained servants who come in, every now and then, to drag my blanket (and me) into the optimum position.
When the sun is no longer on ones visog one will know it will soon be time for ones 1 o'clock lunch (a touch of pollock would go down nicely) followed by ones afternoon kip.
It's a hard life but ones not one to complain (much).
I wonder what one will get for tea?
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