The Gisborne Institute of Broadsword Polishing and Leather Lustering

[SupermassiveLBD]

Motto: Honi soit qui mal y pense

Master Classes available in:

Smouldering
Stompy boot wearing
Pointy weapon waving, and the effective deployment thereof
Exotic equestrianism
Imperatives
and The cause and alleviation of damsels' distress (Godwyves also welcome)

Night then Small and PFP, it was fun! hope you grab yourself some sweet dReAms.

ROFL @ Blish, Twigs. that's just the word I needed earlier.

LordD recorded all of Strikeback1 on Sky+ last week so that's another item in the RA back catalogue for me to peruse at my leisure. And JP will always be alive and kicking!

There there, Sweetheart, it's ok...

Maud, we thought MrT was with you - he's been conspicuous by his absence here. His cravats must have become very crumpled if you squeezed him into your suitcase along with the leather bound Plato and the Aubusson.

Mr Thornton has been in very good hands, Maud, I assure you,

Mwah ha haah!

You didn't look in the cupboard, though, did you, LadyD?

Dagnamit, why didn't I check the cupboard?

::kicks self hard::

Thanks JohnPorter!

KissMeKate, you must have been mistaken.

Aha, LadyDamerel, you saw through my frankly pathetic attempt to throw you off the scent. Mr Thornton was indeed with me as we had reached a crucial phase in our analysis of Plato's The Republic and any interruption to our intensive programme of study would have been most deleterious. Nonetheless, I did also spend an agreeable two hours on a divan with your dear husband while Mr Thornton was out at the wine merchant's.

Night!

Curses, fooled by a cardboard cut-out yet again. I shall really have to fit a light in that cupboard. I thought his lips seemed a bit dry

::taps side of nose::

I'm on to all your wiles, Maud. Are you acquainted with my other man Sylvester? I am very fond of him too and would heartily recommend several hours spent lying on a four poster bed with him.

Night Lady V, nice to see you again.

::parcels up a light fitting and several feet of cable::

Didn't he seem a trifle stiff, Kate?

Hmm Lady D is clearly no lady

Night LadyV!

Maybe so , but is that a bad thing, lady D?

And on that rather pleasing thought, I'm going to bed .

Night!

Night night, sleep tight, don't let Richard Armitage bite

::looks back at you::

Do you think he would, if I begged?

::sniffs the vinaigrette::

It's almost as if I'd never been away. I have yet to make the acquaintance of Sylvester, but my birthday approaches and I feel emboldened to invite that gentleman to help me in the celebrations.

Now, though, I must repair to the scullery to attend to the post-holiday laundry - curse that Dixon for taking her second evening off of the year when there is a heap of floppy white shirts and cravats needing to be washed and ironed - so goodnight one and all.

::Looks back at you for one last time::

Yay, we got facepalmed. I've missed you, Maud .

You might need this, Maudie. nighty night. And night night to lady D.

::Looks back at you::

Really, LadyD? I thought you might have taken advantage of my absence to engage in vulgar rompings and lewd goings-on much as I did with Mr Thornton in gay Paree.

Kate, you are most thoughtful.

::skips upstairs skittishly::