What a magnificent—and so, so relevant—episode. Thank you. I hope I’m not overstepping any boundaries if I confess that, especially after the delightful Mitford family tea and the mountain of *what the actual fuck did I just hear* of this story, I can’t help hoping for a Siegfried Wagner episode…

Some examples of how the Victorians threw shade…

Off your chump = unhinged
Dying duck in a thunderstorm = unattractive
Parish pick-axe = a prominent nose
Death’s head upon a mopstick = a gangly, miserable-looking man
Put your flute away = shut up
Go fry your face and play with the gravy = go away

Thank *you* for filling our feeds with so much joy and love! Here’s Cat Vimes on his favourite shelf, still a bit unsure about the throw his human has crocheted for him...