Yes, I suppose. And obviously the young master would be required to impregnate the odd housemaid such that she be packed off with a few guineas' hush money, but to me that's a rather different thing to jumping a middle-aged woman who's pushing your hoover around.
Hmmm. I take it the experience is why there aren't turkeys jizzing all over your back paddock today (as it were)?
I'll tell you what I have got in the back field, though. A lovely pair of fat rats living under the kitchen window. They're really tame now. I sit and watch them about their business as I sip my morning coffee. Soon I will start to build a relationship with them.