Jimmy arrived in one of those squashed American four-wheel-drive vehicles that resemble a moon explorer but was slightly miniaturised on the factory floor just for fun. The surrounding escorts were as far removed from medieval knights as New York is as far from London. Shame all the bunting had gone. As they dramatically pulled up, I wondered if there would be any gravel left on the drive after their departure.
Howard James Fredrick Mercer the second was in fine fettle as he exchanged my welcoming handshake wearing a beaming smile.
“The sun"s out, Harry, how about that. I take it this is Joseph your butler. Never visited an English lord at his ancestral home and never met a real butler in the flesh.”
“Never too late to appreciate the finer things in life, Jimmy, and there"s more to come
