Enter Slimly Under A Cloud

Lord Slimly: Perishingly cold today.
Butler Burnett: Barely 21 degrees.
Lord Slimly: Yes, as I said, far too hot for my cardigan. Looks like rain tho.
Butler Burnett: Yes, hardly a cloud in the sky.
Lord Slimly: Or one big cloud one can't see the edges of.
Butler Burnett: In color blue?
Lord Slimly: You're rite. I'm positively pessimistic today.
Butler Burnett: Its only to be expected with a wedding to be contended with.
Lord Slimly: If only it could be fenced off for a while. What with all the preparations I feel I've
been long enough married to be divorced.
Butler Burnett: Lady Mishap thoro?
Lord Slimly: To the point of being free from mishap, yes.
Butler Burnett: Its a Lady's way.
Lord Slimly: And its a Lord's to be drunk then.
Butler Burnett: It is the least involved.
Lord Slimly: I suppose I could take up my place in the House of Lords. Smash some of the
Coalition's plans again!
Butler Burnett: Well, you did for them over the abolishment of free school meals.
Lord Slimly: Quite rite too. Millionaire fathers have not got as much money as they used to have.
Butler Burnett: I knew them when they were young and born as billionaires.
Lord Slimly: Yes, dozens of racehorses later they've fallen on slippery times.
Butler Burnett: I blame it on Frankel and Black Caviar.
Lord Slimly: I think they're more Pimms and truffles types.
Butler Burnett: Quite.
Lord Slimly: Phew! Its so cold I think I need to lose the jacket.
Butler Burnett: As long as you don't lose your shirt.
Lord Slimly: Oh, I'm fine for that after my Royal Ascot exploits after your tips Burnett.
Butler Burnett: The Frankel/Black Caviar double?
Lord Slimly: Double of Pimms more like...Oh, those were the horses were they? I didn't know.
I just went to Benjie the Bookmaker and said I'll have me a double on the two jolly favorites.
Butler Burnett: You won a pretty packet?
Lord Slimly: Well, I did risk a half a million queenies just to raise a fifty thousand.
Butler Burnett: And you only just made it after the Austrailian mare barely squeaked home.
Lord Slimly: Almost had to emigrate and folow the horse home!