Well you, sir, are no use at all!
Actually, just thought I'd spotted a cigar on the table, but it wasn't. Bugger. Must be the gin.
PS Could you get the pheasant to pop to the shops for a handful of cigars (since he's not busy – aasumption there that you keep a male pheasant: well surely you do? It's the only sensible thing to do) That would be most decent – ta.