No offence again but I just have to share this!
Unfortunately I didn't take a screen shot so just bear with I.
Imagine the scene. The breakfast bar, kettle already on the boil, and there you are reaching up for the sugar puffs, when suddenly, something takes over and that voice you hear quite often says " No Lizzie, wait a mo' chummy " and your hand creeps back down.
Meanwhile the kettle is still on the boil, so it didn't take all that long really for the voice to say what it had to say. You turn and ask Lambert whatever could be so important as to cause one to yield during the very important first stages of the feeding ritual, and also while you're about it, why do you keep using that creepy voice on me Lambert?
Any how, stay with me, it's not even the exciting bit yet.
So, with a brief glance over his shoulder to make sure Cook is out of ears reach, and still in that ridiculously creepy voice, he says, ( Lambert that is ) " Lizzie, I urge you 'pon all that you hole dear, try the rice crispies first"
Well I confess I almost fell to the left off the shaky milking stool I have to use in order to reach the sugar puffs cupboard.
But Lambert you oaf, you are talking to me that I should change a long and happy family tradition, just on the word ( in that silly creepy voice ) of you, when really at this time of day ought you to be polishing the brass or fighting of my dog or something vaguely work like?
" Miss Lizzie, just try it, I probably don't have all that long to live "
Which is true because at this rate if Cook catches him in her kitchen, she will assume he is trying to catch a glimpse of her forearms because she always rolls up her sleeves to butcher the pheasants for lunch, and she probably would leave them rolled up to butcher Lambert too, although I don't think I have ever seen her kill a man before, but that I know, would not deter her in the least.
So anyway, and here is the fun part, that I really ought to have taken a screen shot of ( Sigh! if only I knew how ).
I did as Lambert begged, rice crispies in first, with the sugar puffs on top. Added the cream, still undecided whether I like it best direct from the freshly milked cow, or if I should leave it to chill in the larder in its churn. Sometimes when you do that though, one or three of the cats will upend their selves in it, and it's a bother picking the whiskers off your top lip afterwards.
Well, I can sense that you are joining in with my excitement, and you should too, because Lamberts' plan so totally changes the whole breakfast dynamic in that the rice crispies no longer escape bravely over the bowl rim because they are held in check by the weight of the sugar puffs. There are other benefits too, but here's a secret, I am going to let you discover those, all by yourselves.
I shan't be doing it again though because bad things happen if you continually and remorselessly break long held family traditions. But you knew that.
How thrilling. The last word still stumbles stupidly on. Says a lot...
Lizzie xx