- There are morons with which to contend.
- I have Lady P-G's never-ending plans for extragant shows of bonhomie to fight off.
- I have an unenviably brimming "in-tray". (I must confess, though, that Her Majesty's Office of Pedantry in unencumbered by deluded dunderheads trying to foist "Management Information Systems" or other such modern fiddle-faddle upon it and hence remains one of the most productive and efficient agencies of the state.)
- The arrival of the third young master Pedant-General caused Lady P-G to declare fondly:
"two children just seemed so... manageable"
She is correct. Unfortunately for the Gentleman Usher of the Cat'o'Nine Tails - who is tasked with keeping your dashing and elegant Pedant-General in top top order - the mewling and puking doesn't just happen in the nurse's arms.
In short, I have my plate full.
So pity your overstretched and desperately poorly remunerated Pedant-General when an old school chum introduces him to this.
Gaaah! Treasure Hunts and fancy electronic gadgetry in one all-consuming pastime.
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