Not quite believing the Harrow-educated Mr Cumberbatch's insistence he was ‘just middle class, really', Caitlin rolled up at a vast mansion with a vintage Rolls-Royce parked in front, armed with flowers and a bottle of wine, but couldn't find the way in.
On heading towards a crofter's cottage nearby to seek advice, she spotted Benedict standing in the doorway.
‘What were you doing at Kate Moss's house?' he asked mildly. A disarming question surely worthy of the contemporary Sherlock sleuth that helped put him on the acting map.
Caitlin started with a strong gin. Me, I'm a lighter but probably longer drinker, so I would go for Prosecco and a few salmon canapés.
Followed by more Prosecco, depending...
Then they had Sunday roast. Sunday roast? I'm yours already, Benedict, provided we can accompany the meal with a good strong, er, Pinot Noir, for example.
Seconds? You betcha. Btw, Benedict loves parsnips. And I learn that he likes pudding. Pudding? Summer pudding? Spotted dick? I'd be happy to feed him whatever he fancied with custard, spoon after spoon. Two helpings.
Well, Benedict has a very fine frame to fill, quite frankly. But I think I'd personally leave him to the pudding and go for the cheese board. He could have both, of course.
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