Downstairs Downstairs

Several Blippers (actually two) have previously asked for Scullion.  He has been out of touch.  With mankind.  Read on.
Although Scullion is absent from this pic that he sent me, he was below stairs carrying out research in the wine cellar.  He reported he laced his dancing pumps, as well as himself, with drink.  He's been avidly working on his gavotte.

Earlier this week he had a spat, his second this week*, with the boot black.  His wife, the cook, chews twist and spits on the stove.

He claims he is still embroidering my smoking jacket.  He provides no rationale as to why it's smoking.  He's still investigating the incident that found the scullery maid hiding in the laundry basket.  He indicated he found Algernon's monocle in the soup tureen. Before he retires tonight he has to order some new jodhpurs for the forthcoming croquet season.  He reports that things have never been the same since his Lordship was given the freedom of Nuneaton.   But some of you will know that.

*You all know what this makes.