Anarchy in the home

Two Victorian rosebuds placidly witness an outbreak of anarchy in the household. Our much respected brand character has escaped from the scullery, leaving grease and grime to accumulate untended, to amuse himself sliding down the well polished banisters in his master’s home. The atmosphere of orderly calm is rudely shattered by the intrusion of a primitive life form. The young witnesses maintain an impressive passivity in the face of this challenge to the integrity of the social fabric. Their eyes widen just a fraction and their perfectly formed lips barely part as they confront the dramatic spectacle. Even as his monocle goes flying our simian hero maintains a tight grip on his ever-present frying pan as if to remind himself of the call of duty and reassure us that this is not the opening move in a war of liberation in which his oppressors will be battered into submission with cooking utensils. As for the daughters of the household we can only hope that no lasting damage has been done to their future good health and marriage prospects.