Well-Mannered Content

I think it is well past time to behave myself in a manner more befitting a gentleman. Therefore I post to the internet on this fine Friday whilst wearing spats and with my monocle firmly screwed into my eye, sipping casually on a lashing of ginger beer.

Everything is most salubrious! Certainly the old bean isn't what it was from back in my salad days, and the rest of me could use a spot of oil in the joints, but I dare say I'm a good many years from the sanatorium, what?

The one thing that has been troubling me is the damnable weeds in my front yard! They're mating like savages! I fear I'm going to have to take some kind of instrument to them, though I don't want to dirty my spoons. On a related note, still no word on when I can expect my mother to secure me a manservant.

Unfortunately, I have to leave my current reminiscing at this juncture, as it is time to toil for my tea, as the lads in accounting say. (Do not worry re: weeds. It's not as bad as all that, and I'm sure the matter will resolve itself to the satisfaction of all.)