Dear old Hyacinth, who could forget her? Alas, unlike Penelope and her niece Veronica, Hyacinth only could dream of being among the creme de la creme of British society, those who awaken in feather beds to the sounds of servants making the rounds...

Veronica is very relieved not to have been exposed to the dreaded bird flu, and if she survives touring in the zebra-striped Porsche, I'm sure she'll have a lot more to say.