What would my boss think about my small nips? He sits in the next room.
Sir, The recent spate of turnips thrown upon my windows has abated, and I thought myself finally rid of the blaggard greengrocer. But upon investigating unusual sounds from the drawing room, I find new maid Effie sampling his wares. I ran the cove down the driveway, throwing his turnips after him.
Unexpected Rain in a Public Park leads to Sex [Mia Bandini]