... to think that because I can't see a new IPOAT thread I should start one myself?

[PrincessFiorimonde]

Especially as I want to wish CheerfulYank a VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY for today. Hope you are having a lovely day.

And here is the patron saint of IPOAT playing Happy Birthday To CY!

Jesus speaks little English, but his Latin looks are quite pleasing.

His Aramaic is simply delightful, take a little dictionary and you'll be fine.

Three Hail Lobsters? But thwcomely master Johnny will not wait! Will noone helped me with this darned corset? Why i fear you have all abandoned your prawns and hastenend after Mistress Hully in fearsome nakedness!

Master Johnny will help you with your catechism Miss Riven. A vile sinner is he, sent to tempt us all away from the prawn of the righteous, and it would not hurt him one jot to add a touch of spit and polish to his tarnished soul.

A ginger posset? Will no one save the pearls!

I fear miss Hully's grilled grass has somewhat discombobulated me. Send me Culler and his oaken rod of chastisement

She is a proto-feminist, freeing us from the whalebone prison of the patriarchy.

Tush, Honey, I hope MsMary pre-approved those pamphlets.

Foie eau de Yak? Yak's liver water?

Sounds like a hearty breakfast.

MissRiven! Cease and esist, that haystack must see us through the long drear winter. Tis our supper, dinner and breakfast!

Cease and exist, man. Just stop what you're doing and, like, just be.

D esist, D esist.

Heavens I feel quite hot and may even have perspired a little. I think I must check on dear mr Rochester and see if he won't spoon a little broth.

This maiden is desist...

Why Mistress Hully are they shrimp in yonder broth?

A new day dawns o'er the beauteous Hall. Something tells me that young Madame Paggy makes her way back, bearing the famed trunk and firm thighs whose reputations preded her. I shall have her bedchamber prepared once I have blanket bathed Mr Rochester and thrown food at the barn. I trust the Reverend's all night prayer vigil has sustained and fulfilled the gels.

Does she bear walnuts? Master Johnny will be so disappointed if she doesnt. While we wait Ladies, it has come to my genteel ear that Culler jnr was seen leaving the barn late last night. Miss Honeydragon, surely your hands ache from the tatting?
I shall get ready for the dancing and put away tje prawns, unsalted for now.

I'm totally lost so will just sit here tatting. I quite like dancing though

Ye gods, what madness led me to Spain?
Such a time I had, basteing my thighs beneath golden skies. Yet too soon the journey home was filled with portly men festooned in football regalia singing their songs of referees and solitary pleasure...

What news, dear friends? Walnut anyone?

Ah, dear Mistress Pag, I hope your thighs are warm and golden as honey, and you find yourself quite quite rested? We are having a busy time of it hereabouts