Though I do thank m'lady for the attempted promotion, an english peasant I was borne and an english peasant I shall die. (Besides, everyone knows the lower classes have more fun. AND I get to snitch from the platters while the food is still warm.....) Besides,if I were a lord, I couldn't go hug 'n wrastle that great beastie of an Irish wolfhound o'er there by the fireplace and get him to howl along to "The wolfhound" , now could I? By the by, cook said to tell you he singe'd the swan, an' 'e wants ter know if paycock will suffice?