>>21226007rubbish, one could gain her unbridled desire if he horsemaxx'ed.
the plan is obvious. eat only oats from a nosebag. sell everything in your wardrobe that cannot be worn with tweed. clearing your alcohol cupboard of everything except port and brandy. acquire large swathes of land in the cotsworlds. buy stables and barns that were converted to chic apartments and restore them to their proper use (burn the ikea furniture in a great pyre). join a local hunting lodge and trample protestors, ensuring they fall face first into your horse's shit on the road. ride it into town and tie it to the bollards when you go in for groceries, thus avoiding motor tax and reducing emissions.
all that to live like a lord of the shire, and politely decline her proposal when she comes knocking on your manor door. Instruct the butler to show her past the gatehouse, and have him instruct the gatekeeper to shoot on sight should she get a second idea.
Do not put it in the crazy, ever.
