Lord Who?

Hello Lord Loafer here.

Lord Who?

Lord What?

I know what you are thinking... but I'm not.

I'm not a member of the English Peerage system.

And I have nothing at all to do with a certain type of bread product. Although I do like a slice or two of Polish bread on occasion. It makes great toast I find. Especially with blue cheese. Lovely.

Nor do I have anything to do with a low leather step-in shoe that resembles a moccasin.

I am Lord of my own manor. That much is true. Although the mortgage company still owns most of it.

Since March I have been spending an increasing amount of time - too much time - kicking around this manor (1930s house actually) doing very little.

Hence the self-imposed Loafer label.

Loafer as in idler, layabout, non-worker, clock watcher, couch potato, laggard, dawdler, lazybones, slacker, trifler.

I suppose I might look like this but with less facial hair. I'll leave that to the wife. Ouch. I can feel the punches raining down on me already.

Viva Zapata!