He'd probably serve me a cup of tea in a dusty, bruised china cup and then blame the previous home owners.
'In three minutes time we will have chocolate hobnobs, it is going to happen, I like to be efficient and an amazing host to my guests.'
Ten minutes later, not even a sign of a digestive as I cut my lip on the dinted cup.
'Mr Day, can I have that hobnob now?'
'Sorry, the chocolate hobnobs have been shelved. However my wife is about to begin work on changing the digestives into chocolate digestives. She will melt Belgian milk chocolate on them, leave them to set and they will be the greatest biscuits you've ever had. With me it is all about being a great host (which I am) and providing the guests with first rate refreshments.'
'Mr Day, I just want a bleeding biscuit.'