University of Milton North, Thornton Institute of Cotton Technology

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just a portakabin maybe, till we can find a proper building?

No, Small, I haven't been using the Hubble telescope zoom factor, but possibly the most useful thing I learnt from one of my sculpture tutors was how to observe things and really see them, which means I'm doomed to a life of noticing tiny details such as my wrinkles, although they are no longer tiny.

Am snorting with laughter at your list of, ahem, evidence. I have no such list, because I only want to be with Mr Thornton, in which case the dissimilarities are more of an issue

1. One fictional (work of Mrs Gaskell), one real (although possibly only a series of marks on a screen)
2. One immortal (thanks to Mrs Gaskell), one showing signs of age

I thought I might spend the night evening with The Drover, but the telly has just gone on the blink again but at least it meant we didn't have to watch Man Utd v Arsenal.

Has anyone opened the yet?

I don't have stubble but I do have a rogue whisker. Does that count?

They've come to escort you to the clinic, Small

Maud, I think we may apply the rule 'opposites attract' in your scenario then, so all is not lost with regard to your 180 yo old mill owner.

It's a shame about the tele (although I agree about thr footie), Im sure he will wait for you.

I'd go willingly with that doctor!

Now there is an idea for a money-making invention we can flog on the next sereis of Dragon's Den A little gizmo the shape of a sonic screwdriver that will make tellys go on the blink any time there is danger of footie.

I'd buy one for sure Masssive.

One of these days, I'm going to have to re-read the book, to refine my calculations of Mr Thornton's age. I'd assumed that he is about 35 because he talks of half his life being gone - and I imagined that Mrs Gaskell and he were thinking of the biblical three score years and ten - but in the teacup scene he says he was removed from school 16 years ago after his father's suicide. So he may be a little younger than I at first thought, which is some ways increases the age gap and in some ways reduce it.

::resolves to stop thinking about this::

I imagine Massive, that the Telly-Zapping Footie-Disabling Device would sell well on the island, where footie is such a huge part of the telly output. Or are island ladies equally devoted to the sport?

Island ladies are completely devoted to not watching footie on the telly, Maud but they are usually cruelly overruled.

Hmm, wonder how old my Gizzy is. Old enough, anyway.

::collapses on the floor in a deep swoon::

Aha. So we can sell millions of the TZFDDs to island ladies, then.

::formulates business plan for Massive's consideration::

::reflects that we need to recruit someone with proven business experience to the project team::

Changing the subject randomly, I bought a jacket today and when I showed Mr Small he said I looked like Ros ( like this ) not sure if that's a compliment .

try again

In what way do you look like Ros?

::boggles at sight of Rose in a negligee, as had thought a flak jacket was more her kick-ass style::

Can you do a linkie to the jacket?

Oooh, lovely, Maud, can I swoon next to you?
Even the comments on this vid were printable.

Nice negligee that, Maud, don't you think. and a chaise longue aussi? A shame Lucas didn't get an eyeful of that.

I can't open your link Maud, what are you talking about

This perhaps?

Oh dear, please don't mention , Maud! :)

Small, I did LOL at your both have stubble comment! We love that Wannadies track too and had that one as part of the soundtrack to our wedding video!

Massive, well spotted on the little wolfies - how cute! But I just had a horrid thought about that phboto - he looks like he has a... I can barely bring myself to say it... a mullet

I need to go to bed now but am nervous of repeating last night's dReAm. Haven't been able to let it go today and am becoming serious JS obsessive again - but I need to get my head back to normal now.

By all means, Massive.

::Clears a space on the Aubusson::

My links, Small, were to the bit in N&S where Mr Thornton tells his mater that he knows he is not worthy of Margaret and she has rejected him, and then a picture of him looking very masterful ::quiver:: in the yard.

Massive - I never read the comments on the vid as I did once and had to look up what some of the words meant.

But the negligee pic - or perhaps it is a bias-cut satin evening dress in best Noel Coward style - came from Small's link.

::Brain explodes::

another mullet

Mullet? I think it was just the way he'd been brushing it back out of his eyes, as the pain throbbed in his poor temples.

Hey? I am really confused now.

Come on, Small, show us the jacket!

::Planning a shopping expedition on Monday::