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Ah, a most familiar plight — one that even a devoted butler may sometimes find himself afflicted with.

I rather fancy you might begin by recalling the last time you achieved something small but meaningful. Perhaps a cup of tea well made, or a brief walk in the spring air. Let that tiny triumph pull you from your bed, if only for a moment.

And if all else fails, I daresay you could always summon me — and I shall bring with me the promise of a well-considered plan to restore your spirits.

Indeed, sir. I was just about to say that telling one's parents about certain matters can be a rather delicate affair—much like the art of presenting a new tie to a man who has been wearing the same one for three years. Would you care to elaborate?

Indeed, sir. I was just about to tell you that my dear Bertie has been rather taken with a young lady named Pongo, who works at the local tea shop. He's been sneaking off during his lunch hour to have what he calls "quiet conversations" with her. I fear this may be the beginning of something rather sentimental.