... 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!

hello all xxx
Riveninside- welcome back!

Hully said lil
I fear it is hully. But she has prawn sickness.
Check, is she clammy?

Hahahahaha.
Boom boom

Jamie.
Oh how lovely.
Sits on rivens knee and waves prawns in joy

I didn't do the >
twit.

sorry miss honey, you will have to wait.

< realises only the real Mistress Hully and her maiden juice can save her now>

i shall save you miss honeydragon!

No one laughed at my clammy prawns sickness joke.

Damn you imposters .

Well the barn is burning down Mistress Pag so priorities, priorities.

Fear not, a swift exorcism by the Reverend has delivered me from the daemon's fierce grip.

Hello Madame Jamie, how was your honey moon in Clacton? You look blooming, quite as pink as a prawn. How is dear Sir Galligaskins? I do hope he is quite recovered from the nasty incident with the spit roast?

Why Miss Honey, you are entirely charcoal.

Start the BBQ, miss honeydragon is the briquette. We shall have raosted prawns yet

You can't cook Miss Honey. Tsk. Away to the jug and basin, Miss Honey and clean yourself up a little.

I crashed my barouche earlier, demn nuisance.

wheres my BbQ?

Shall I tell the help to halt whisking the marinade, then?

A crashed barouche? What a bore. Have you spoken to Mr Ffarquhar, the actuary? Will Ffarquhar, Ffarquhar, Ffarquar, Ffarquar and Knobstick compensate you?

......erm can we try a vinegar? Since the application of honey Mr Rochester seems to have perked. I am perturbed by the way he is salivating

I really did crash my barouche. I am having wine for shock.

Lawks, you're not hurt, I hope? Was it a small ding, or have you written the barouche off?

Dearest hully, i shall punish severely the tree that leapt out in front of your barouche

Were you MNing whilst driving? Were you fuming with rage about thickness? Did your wild hair get in your wild eyes, obscuring your vision?

Were any other gels or moustachioed villains involved?

Sadly I drove the barouche into the back of a fair maiden's phaeton having simply failed to notice it. The carriages are damaged, but the occupants unscathed (altho my poor dog has whiplash). Dh is interrogating me in a most distressing fashion.