Episode 97
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Freddie: Mum, can I ask you something ?
Elizabeth: Not if it has anything to do with Roy Tucker, your father falling off the roof or the knickers incident at the Hunt Ball.
Freddie: Knickers at the Hunt Ball ? What was that all about ?
Elizabeth: Well, if you don’t know, I’m not going to tell you - Oliver would never forgive me.
Freddie: Okay, I’ll park that for now but what I wanted to ask was if you had ever considered changing our offer ?
Elizabeth: Our offer ? You mean what we are selling here ?
Freddie: Yeah, we’ve been doing the English stately home thing for years and it’s become a very crowded market. What about changing it to something else and forget the day trippers ?
Elizabeth: What kind of something else ?
Freddie: Open it up as an experience where people can stay here and live the full upper-class upstairs downstairs thing. We have all these bedrooms upstairs which no-one ever uses. Guests would be met by the butler ...
Elizabeth: What butler ?
Freddie: Well, that would be me of course. Or perhaps Russ, he certainly knows how to act. I can be the footman.
Elizabeth: You’ll be telling me next that Lily’s the French maid.
Freddie: Of course ! You’ve got the idea, now.
Elizabeth: And what about me ?
Freddie: The housekeeper of course. You’ll look great in black - Mrs Danvers without the attitude. Honestly, Mum, overseas guests will just lap it up and you can charge a fortune. You should see what people pay at Grey Gables and it’s just a hotel.
Elizabeth: It’s a lot to think about, Freddy, but I promise to consider it. I am finding it difficult to keep the place fresh and interesting.
Freddie: Great. Now, getting back to Oliver’s knickers ...
🎼. Dum ti dum ti dum ti dum...
(Ed. What a gossip that boy is.)
Freddie: Mum, can I ask you something ?
Elizabeth: Not if it has anything to do with Roy Tucker, your father falling off the roof or the knickers incident at the Hunt Ball.
Freddie: Knickers at the Hunt Ball ? What was that all about ?
Elizabeth: Well, if you don’t know, I’m not going to tell you - Oliver would never forgive me.
Freddie: Okay, I’ll park that for now but what I wanted to ask was if you had ever considered changing our offer ?
Elizabeth: Our offer ? You mean what we are selling here ?
Freddie: Yeah, we’ve been doing the English stately home thing for years and it’s become a very crowded market. What about changing it to something else and forget the day trippers ?
Elizabeth: What kind of something else ?
Freddie: Open it up as an experience where people can stay here and live the full upper-class upstairs downstairs thing. We have all these bedrooms upstairs which no-one ever uses. Guests would be met by the butler ...
Elizabeth: What butler ?
Freddie: Well, that would be me of course. Or perhaps Russ, he certainly knows how to act. I can be the footman.
Elizabeth: You’ll be telling me next that Lily’s the French maid.
Freddie: Of course ! You’ve got the idea, now.
Elizabeth: And what about me ?
Freddie: The housekeeper of course. You’ll look great in black - Mrs Danvers without the attitude. Honestly, Mum, overseas guests will just lap it up and you can charge a fortune. You should see what people pay at Grey Gables and it’s just a hotel.
Elizabeth: It’s a lot to think about, Freddy, but I promise to consider it. I am finding it difficult to keep the place fresh and interesting.
Freddie: Great. Now, getting back to Oliver’s knickers ...
🎼. Dum ti dum ti dum ti dum...
(Ed. What a gossip that boy is.)
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