in noticing that other IPOAT Johnny husband incarnations are better than mine?

[Hullygully]

Huh.

Jaffa is a lovely nn. So much nicer than Eek.

What sad ungladsome news. How do you know of his Jaffaness at such a tender age? Verily the Lord smiteth.

But know you not that a Jaffa is a Man who is all juice and no seed? The Lord intended not that Man should be seedless.

We shall have to cull him.

Jaffas are a wholesome, fruit-based snack. Shurely the Lord approves of them?

Rebekah, summon the Culler. There is work to be done. The Lord's Work.

Oh, pray sit down Your Cullership. Wouldst care to lead the prayers before the culling?

Rebekah, fetch some bramble juice and flax biscuits - and take Sister Gibbon with you, she needs must adjust her bonnet and think on the Lord's wounds.

I appear to have dropped my best sewing needle

oopppps

It's like Sodom and Gomorrah here, what with ankles and fandangos and Lord knows what else is going on in the barn.

The Culler will be a busy man today.

There, dear Culler, pray rest and gather culling strength whilst Rebekah fetches vittals to sustain you. I understand you are also in want of a wife since your 11th passed so sadly into the Lord's arms, I offer you Sister Gibbon, she giggles rather, but she is comely of wrist and a dab hand with the churn.

Where is everyone? What can have befallen Sisters Pag, James, Lenin and Fioremonde? I hope they haven't gone to the bathing hole again where the young men perform their calisthenics?

(What can have befallen Sisters Pag, James, Lenin and Fioremonde? - That is not a sentence I ever ever imagined myself writing)

Yeehaw!

And dear Sister Mimi! So busy cooking our delicious and nourishing nettles we rarely see her.

Ah, he remains a fine and godfearing upright chap, how lucky Sister Gibbon be!

I have written many a sentence I never imagined myself writing since arriving here. And as for the things I've Google'd....t'would make The Culler's beard spin.

I fear Sister Mimi will be worn to a shadow. Is that a price we wish to pay for such wonderful pies?

Gibbon looks so youthful and bonny in anticipation of her nuptials.

See the bloom upon her cheek!

I have asked dear shadowy Sister Mimi to whip up a special modesty cheese for the bridal night lest the Lord not look away.

Sisters, sisters Much as I am honoured that Sistre Hully saw me fit as wifely material for our esteemed culler, I must decline.

I fear you may have forgotten I am betrothed to Brother Samuel

As you will know I am of loyal, honest and chaste nature. When I am promised to one. I cannot give myself to another.

Oh Sister Gibbon, didst not hear?

The wedding is still on, isn't it? I have found some very chaste muffins in case Sister Mimi cannot make the modesty cheese in time.