Margaret Hale Academy of Tea-Pouring & Wallpaper Selection at the University of Milton Northern

[ComeIntoTheGardenMaud]

Welcome to our new common room which, as you would expect, is decorated in impeccable taste (despite the limited choice of wallpapers available in Milton Northern). Above the marble mantelpiece hangs a portrait of the Vice-Chancellor of the University. As we recline elegantly on the chaise longue, we partake of tea and ratafia biscuits and discuss the works of Plato, although in the evening the finest wines and Polish cordials may be served.

::attempts to pick self up off the floor::

Enough.

Please.

No more.

Well maybe just one. I can take it.

Give me No.1.

@ Spiro. That's one wedding that will have to take place on a very small island, a very, very long way away!

Enjoy No. 1 ladies! I will have to be off as Mr S has indeed made an appearance.

If I don't get sweet dReAms after that lot I will not be a happy bunny in the morning !

Is anyone really that deranged? Gulp

I know just the place

Not that I'd be one of the mad stalkers of course...oh, no...not me

Hang on, hang on ::dives for Spiro's ankles::

Where is it? Where's No.1?

And I was going to ask you, Massive, what you made of d/album/seasonone/episode9/slides/rh109_051.jpg this piece of research material, seen briefly in the vid?

Don't worry, Massive. I'll send you an invitation we'll put you right at the back.

Ah, you are here, LadyDamerel. Prithee install yourself on the chaise longoo, loosen your clothing, remove all sharp objects and .

This was the link I messed up a moment ago, Massive. The preview button seems not to be working and without it I'm a goner.

What did I make of it, Maud?
A, he's Adorable
B, he's so Beautiful
C, he's a Cutie full of charms.

Candlelight,
the profile
the gloves are off.

Do you want me to write a sonnet?

Have you shown lady D the BWWMD yet?

Look very slightly up thread, Massive.

H, he's so heavenly and K, he's so kissable too for those willing to overlook the shocking lack of cravats in his medieval wardrobe.

There's an ominous silence from LadyDamerel. Should we summon the sawbones?

Holy Macaroni.

I don't think I can actually manage to string a sentence together after that.

May I check your pulse, LadyDamerel?

Or offer some advice on your tax liabilities?

Ah, indeed. While I was transfixed by that vision of medieval loveliness, the BWWMD was sneakily deployed.

Sneakily? It was very well publicised in advance. It was hardly a covert operation.

And she's back in the room.

Mr S appears to be suffering from St Vitus' dance and I'm not tired enough to sleep really so it's tea, biccies and more Mumsnetting for me.

Have also dug out RH...just in case!

My attitude on cravats is, why bother with things like that, when they are not going to stay on very long. As the char-lady said in the posh lingerie shop.

::whimpers softly::

No more.

I beg of you.

No more.

Indeed, Massive, but on the other hand, the gift-wrapping is part of the present, non?

::waits patiently for Spiro to review the BWWMD::

So sorry, LadyDamerel. Have we overtaxed you? Shall we summon the phaeton to take you back to The Priory?

::puts fingers firmly in ears::

I am not going to listen to you discussing the removal of cravats. I am too close to drowning in a puddle of my own dribble as it is.

The thought of John Thornton whipping off his cravat and that snowy white linen shirt is more than I can bear, right now. Especially with the images still fresh in my mind of what is lurking beneath.

::shoves Maud off chaise longoo to collapse and dream uninterruptedly::

Poor lady D, I know how she feels, having just been transfixed by one of Cupid's crueller darts. Thanks to Maud's kind offices.