... 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!

now I fancy a flake or a puff pastry product. Flaky and unstable describes some of the work I was climbing the other day actually, twas interesting at times.

Maybe that means our foundation is a wall and everything is on it's side

Since my last post I have made chocolate crispy cakes. For the dc's lunchbox of course. I am just waiting for them to cool to test them

I think though flakes are definitely not allowed. Flake consumption would definitely have Hully worried about the state of our immortal souls and the state of our character wanton hussies

well if our souls are immortal what does it matter, there's plenty of time to fix them like that will ever happen

Logic rules! Nicely put.

Less saturated fat and more prayer, gels.

Well technically I don't actually put any chocolate in my chocolate crispies so can I still have them?

Has chocolate been discovered then?

I am praying for cupcakes. Is that bad?

Oh very well, let us ask Perkins to ask cook if she can whip up something with the excess millet and that last jar of prunes. How indulgent you all are. I have had nothing this past week but a handful of blackberries and that lovely grilled grass.

I am planning to bake cappuccino cupcakes for myself and chocolate for the dc's later

Do the cup cakes need their souls saving? I will pray for them too, poor dear things.

Like prunes and blackberries.
Not sure about millet and grass.
Don't like cake or chocolate.

Virtuous look rather spoiled by blackberry-stained face and hands and pips in teeth.

Adies, ladies, i see harmful practices are creeping in. Sister Whitloe shall see to your souls and says you must start by using hexidecimal in everyday life. Then surelynthe dashing gentlemen andntheir cupcakes will not distract you.

My dear gels, I am communicating with you direct from one of these new-fangled railway trains!

A railway car! Forsooth and privy whatever may that be?

You want Eastern European trains. They were great

I have some tingly sour products visiting my mouth

Eastern Europe? Speak you of yon Hapsburg Empire perchance?

I strongly advise you to speak with the steward and ensure that you are seated alone in the Dining Car. Tis well known that strange foreign gentlemen of dubious repute will endeavour to ensnare young gels into most dubious activities.
Beware any male with a moustache.
Have you no chaperone?

The Widow is "fast" I'm afraid, Miss Fiderer. She says fie to convention and gets her a husband at least once a year

Why then, she must have had a hell of a ride journey.

"Fie" is a short word and a short ride to being a social pariah. Does she have No Shame?

I sold my chaperone

I Have No Shame. I wear bloomers and smoke cigars.

Widow, you are a brave woman, how well you hide your sadness at the unfortunate loss of your 27 husbands. But we know your bloomers and cigars mask a hideous gaping emptiness in your very soul

Miss Penguin-Mae you must needs bake and pray in restitution.

(whoops went all southern then. So many eras..)

Do I have to return the goats I brought with the money?