Carrying her carefully chosen gifts, Geraldine went in search of Jim and found him mucking out Dobbin's stable. Relieved to see he was wearing the Hunter wellies she'd given him for Christmas instead of the sweaty old gumboots he'd had since his feet stopped growing, she admired his muscular thighs and firm posterior as he pitchforked another load of manure onto the steaming pile that Jack the gardener* would shortly spread on the fertile earth of the rose garden.
"Jim" she called softly.
Turning round, Jim looked suprised as he said "You're back early, ma'am. Did something come up?"
Geraldine smiled inwardly at the thought of Sebastian's last fond adieu and replied "Yes, Jim, but look what I've brought you from France - do try this eau de toilette'.
Opening the bottle of Gerald Depardieu L'Ail Pour Homme, Jim sprayed a little of the contents on his face and neck and said "It reminds me of something, ma'am, but I can't recall what exactly".
"The French would say 'je ne sais quoi'"said Geraldine.
Handing him the pack of 200 Gauloise Extra Strong, Geraldine urged Jim to try one. After having a few puffs, Jim replaced the half-smoked Woodbine behind his left ear with a fresh Gauloise "I could get used to these, ma'am' he grinned.
"There's going to be a lot of changes I hope you'll get used to, Jim" said Geraldine as she moved closer and gently removed a lump of manure which was stubbornly clinging to his strong chin with its clearly defined bum crack cleft.
As her Agent Provocateur clad breasts strained to brush against his Primarni plaid shirt, Geraldine drank deeply of the new odours which assailed her nostrils - and quickly moved back as she realised that what she anticipated would be the seductive aroma of eau de Frenchman as typified by Sebastian smelled like garlic and old ashtrays on Jim.
'I must get him a beret', she thought to herself as she wandered aimlessly back to the house.
*new character alert.. make of him what you will 