Wensleydale: Yes, certainly, sir. What would you like?
Mousebender: Well, how about a little Red Leicester?
Wensleydale: I'm afraid we're fresh out of Red Leicester, sir.
Mousebender: Oh, never mind. How are you on Tilsit?
Wensleydale: Never at the end of the week, sir. Always get it fresh first thing on Monday.
Mousebender: Tish, tish. No matter. Well, four ounces of Caerphilly, then, if you please, stout yeoman.
Wensleydale: Ah, well, it's been on order for two weeks, sir. I was expecting it this morning.