to be forced to marry into the house of Dracul-Palanquin?

[Hullygully]

I have ordered wilkins/perkins to construct a travel cage for Mr Rochesters leg if we are to be a - voyaging. Miss Fiderer and I will prepare travel poultices.
I know naught of quiching. 'tis a mystery. Will this amazing vessel have tisane making facilities or shall I pack the stillequipment.

I knew I should not have tried to muscle back in on this thread. I just do not have time to get to the bottom of it.

Oh don't worry Fell, you can just chat normally amongst all our other musings. We do too.

Are you excited?

We will need something for the sea sick maladies dear Mistress Fids, have you ought?

Yes very excited now. Do you want to hear something really really mad? Actually it might be a fab contender for a AIBU. Should I gift it to you, or take the anticipated glory over there?

oh come on, tell.

Then take it over there so we can stroll on, all nonchalant, and go, oh yeah, we knew that

The woman who is buying my house is a full on mentalist. She asked me if her decorater could come and start decorating and her cleaner could come and start cleaning and her gardener could come and start gardening before I have moved out. Yes, that's right. You heard me. And that's not all....I'll save the rest. Can't have to much fo a good thing you know.

is it decorator? It is isn't it. I can see that now.

I know. I'll pretend to be you Fell and then she can come and do mine

A sea voyage sounds splendid. How good-hearted of Mistress Umami to sell her divine macramé to buy us tickets.

The wine is bottled. We may permit ourselves a flagon or two of the young wine for our journey. It is slightly effervescent which lifts the spirits and calms the stomach and it has a laxative effect which may be useful as the fig tisane is still fermenting.

I have been hard at work with Mistress Mini producing travel poultices. I am minded to pack our travel still travel equipment as we must not risk being without our tisanes.

Fell - it will make a great aibu...

I shall pack a vat of Maiden Juice too. There are often pirates in those seas who will stop at nothing in their quest for a young lady's pearls.

I am wary of another sea voyage. My last expedition aboard the Bri Tani Ferri was disrupted when I was locked in my carriage.
But it is nice to rest here and see familiar faces all a-tatting.

Miss Fiderer, our woodlands are abundant in fungi, I noticed this <a class="break-all" href="http://www.google.co.uk/imgres?q=deadly+fungi&hl=en&client=firefox-a&sa=G&rls=org.mozilla:en-GB:official&biw=1272&bih=602&gbv=2&tbm=isch&tbnid=rN1NVPkA_bfkPM:&imgrefurl=www.flickr.com/photos/wentloog/sets/72157600207098026/detail/%3Fpage%3D2&docid=wS9zqZEkCLcqFM&w=402&h=500&ei=o8ZpTu-CDIfvsgbtpum8BA&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=687&vpy=199&dur=6235&hovh=250&hovw=201&tx=137&ty=153&page=8&tbnh=131&tbnw=110&start=133&ndsp=18&ved=1t:429,r:3,s:133" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">one particularly, which might make an interesting put him down pick me up addition to exp's breakfast omelette.

Pagwatch after the last key debacle in IPOAT Hall when Cook, in high dudgeon, swallowed the Hall keys, we never travel without our Universal Lock-Picking Set
Should you wonder why the centre key bends askew at an unattractive angle, well, that's a tale Mistress Hully must divulge.

Mistress Mini, why yes. The woodlands offer an abundance of nutritious plants

I can see your skills at plant identification are coming on a treat Miss Fid. Madam Hully I see that Mr Rochester has been disporting himself in public, by means of one of those magic lantern contraptions, with a certain Miss Eyre from his past. He must have had a body double as his leg is quite comely. ( franticly searching for image)

You are kind dear Fiderer. However t'was not for want of a key that my escape was foiled. T'was the work of an upstart in a BMW.
He parked against my door and scornfully mocked my attempts to manoeuvre my ample derriere through the tiny space left. I quite squished my Jaffa cakes

Damnit! I missed Fell

If you're around lady - yes, it's too much effort to maintain quiche membership. I was EXHAUSTED yesterday - 3 quiches is too much.

FN, all that talk of decorator/gardener an' stuff - you must own a really big pile!

Are you going to Qatar for a long stretch time?

Crepey Hags, eh? If only I had known; I feel that niche might have been made for me...

Returning to the matter in hand, I'd love to pack my portmanteau and be off to forrin climes. But I fear RL may detain me.

Madame Pag, I wonder if I might enquire as to Master Pag Senior's examination strivings and choice of university? I have been awaiting a chance, but have failed to spot a suitable opening throughout divers correspondence in other Halls.

I am sorry to hear you were locked in your carriage, had you sneaked into the dining hall and ravaged the sherry again? My poor Mama was recently locked in an office that she had mistaken for a lavatory at a German station.

I have enjoyed Madame wine this summer, I confess. The stress was considerable (as are my thighs)

Pag the elder was rewarded with A* A A and has accepted his offer from Exeter
he is currently cycling across the alps with his mates. They are going to try and collect donations on the way and give it to help 4 heros, which is pretty cool.
When he gets back he has onky three days before moving into his uni accommodation and has not one single thing either bought or packed.

It will be hell

Paggirl is sorely afflicted. She can't believe he is going. So we bought her a puppy [daft twat]

Twice have I quilled a reply, and twic has the tinterweb eaten them.

In essence: How utterly splendid for Pagboy the Elder!

Well done Master Pag Senior.

Mistress Hully, 'tis no wonder your pore Mama mistook a German office for a lavatory. The recycled paper used in both can be quite alarming when applied to the skin.

As Mistress Mini and I are currently engrossed in travel poultice and tisane production, who, pray is taking care of quiches? And are they tasty forrin bites? All this talk of wolefs has me in mind of the summer expedition to Transylvania.

Who let a wolf in the hall? Mistress Hully I hope you didn't feed it? We'll never get rid if you have.

Another voyage you say? I have finally got rid of my Transelvanian affliction, apart from the zombism one minor side effect. I shall go and pack at one!

Well done Pagboy the elder. A puppy too [twat indeed] how happy pag girl must be.