I am propped up on pillows in a sumptuous bed. A doctor, well dressed in a suit and tie, stands by. We call each other by first names, so obviously we know each other well somehow. I can hear the upstairs maid sniveling gently out in the corridor. My family, also very well dressed, look on lovingly with barely suppressed emotions. In front of me through the tall windows I see in the far distance a wisp of smoke rising from old Jake the gamekeepers cottage. "Someone should inform the king and the prime minister" says a whispered voice. "No" I say, "they have important work to do." - my last words ...