What happens when an email from the publicist catches us, while I’m at the office, and Gordon is at the main house.
Gordon: I’m relieved and grateful, to be honest. If it pleases your majesty, let the sin be upon my head. 🙂
Me: Will you stop ending every communication with the sin on your head? Please. Or I will address you as mighty Laird and inquire about your battles with filthy English.
Gordon: Indeed Mistress,
As in all things, your slightest whim becomes my law.
It shall be as you say.
Me: I am coming over to the main house to discuss this. Prepare thyself. Also this is going on the blog.
Gordon: I shall prepare the hearth and the hunds,
they are both warmed by your arrival.