This Week at Sack Posset Hall

We are reading a medieval catalogue of fishes; among the pike and bream lurk mermaids, and dolphins who cry piteously when caught. We are about to eat an impractical amount of mince. We are falling ever more in love with Fanny Cradock. We are waiting with baited breath to learn how to use an industrial floor-polisher and we are sick with excitement about the new series of Britain’s Got Talent. We are contemplating summer outfits, or at least the rolling up of trouser legs. We are regretting not sneaking out in the dead of night to claim the zombie hedgehog, as we have always quite fancied teaching ourselves taxidermy.