You Yanks have Mardi Gras. We Brits have Pancake Tuesday. Now ask yourselves: which would you rather be celebrating?
If the answer is Pancake Tuesday then - not only are you correct - you should stop by the estate. In the spirit of the celebration I'm making heaps of proper pancakes sun up to sundown. They'll be up for grabs in the cul-de-sac, plenty of lemons and sugar to go round! And if you yanks are confused yet, allow me to clarify: these are pancakes, not to be confused with flapjacks, crepes or whatever this rubbish is.
Oh, and Alice, love, if you have time today, I've set aside a mound of cakes for that shelter you volunteer at. Mind dropping them round?