I’ve said uncharitable things about my groundskeeper, Alistair, including but not limited to oaf, drunkard, dumb as a bag of hammers, indolent and flatulent, but I’ve not told you his surname.
It’s MacTinkle, from an obscure clan near John O’Groats in the far north of Scotland. I keep Alistair on at Bellevue House due to a promise I made to my beloved…