From our minuscule "aristocratic eccentricities" file (insofar as we know no aristocrats), a problem of identity at a country-house weekend.
'Then she said: "You won't be able to shoot as we haven't enough guns, so Gerald will be shooting on your peg."
'To which I replied: "But Gerald doesn't shoot - he's my retriever."
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There's a gun on the library table, Carruthers....
I name my teddy-bears after famous occultists and writers -- no cases of mistaken identity yet, but one author has met his corresponding teddy-bear. Come to think of it, I'll have to name one after you, Chas (I haven't acquired any since knowing you).
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