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

[Hullygully]

Mistress Hully's mention of the "Mysterious Transylvanian Neck Inflammation" has brought me to my senses.
The heady intoxication of independence and the, ahem, strains of instructing the new Under-Gardener have rendered me selfish and inconsiderate.

I am preparing poultices for the Ladies' necks and have engaged a rider to travel through the night, to the mysterious and strange land where our beloved Ladies currently languish. Many herbs from Mistress Mini's drying shed have been lovingly crushed within and we can all only hope that the healing powers from the BatonLove Hall can fight against the Dark Powers that seek to dominate our Sisters.

I can only hope it is not too late. Talk of wolves troubles me.

He can <a class="break-all" href="http://www.google.co.uk/imgres?imgurl=imstars.aufeminin.com/stars/fan/sean-bean/sean-bean-20050519-40843.jpg&imgrefurl=www.sofeminine.co.uk/star/pictures-40843-sean-bean.html&usg=__d6hlRI0QYFdvhIHMm2bGE2_xPrw=&h=500&w=400&sz=41&hl=en&start=28&sig2=HTN5qQX5M0bMlXeO7McRGw&zoom=1&tbnid=jE6Bb2is_XWZ-M:&tbnh=174&tbnw=141&ei=O1oUTsmLL4qw8gOQ0638Bw&prev=/search%3Fq%3Dsean%2Bbean%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DX%26biw%3D1280%26bih%3D859%26tbm%3Disch&itbs=1&iact=rc&dur=328&page=2&ndsp=27&ved=1t:429,r:8,s:28&tx=101&ty=99" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">reach the end...

My, the length of that makes up for its lack of girth, I imagine.

Ladies - can we please concentrate on the rescue mission?

what are you all talking about?

I fear these dark powers although the idea of a non-twisluts vampire is strangely compelling-. What can be done to save the ladies in peril?

Who's in peril? Have you seen my new husband?

Goodness me, Madam Umami... I imagine 'tis your heart and virtue in peril.

Would that it were, but I am not sorry to say that virtue and I parted ways many moons ago.

My pelvis however, may be at risk...

I must say I don't feel that I am in danger either, My darling Count and I have spent many pleasant hours thus far and he is now gone for some gentle soothing recovery from our robust healthy romp through the mountain terrain.

Damnation that was the regiment popping up again!

the darling Count

Countess Honey, he certainly appears a capable gentleman.

What a strange mountain, Mistress Honey (alack, married and no longer a Miss), it looks more like a bathing receptacle.

Widow, I declare your husbands grow ever younger, what do you feed them?

I have met a fine strapping wolf hunter fellow to be our hunting guide, but he says we must wait e'er nightfall for th ewolf wakes at dust (and the lion sleeps tonight)

This is another IPOAT thread isn't it?

Damn you for luring me in. Last time that happened I deliberately accidentally opened a full frontal picture of Hugh Jackman and had to go for a lie-down.

I'm very sad glad to see things are a little more chaste on here this time.

Give it time, sybil, give it tiem

fans self frantically in anticipation...

If I hang around to do I get to have to wear a distressingly small wife-of-dracula number?

Because I certainly have nothing like that in the armoire (lies)

Hoh yes. And you must swoon often. And take up tatting and wolf hunting.

We went to Transylvania for our honeymoon. www.transylvaniancastle.com/

DH thought it was an amusing idea.

Didn't see any wolves, though we did visit the inspiration for Dracula's castle.

Don't mention his name!

here

I bin there, we bribed the guard to let us in after dark (years ago, before big commercial thing) and had our pfb in a sling. Got some great pics of pore ol baby lying on the bed etc. heh heh.

But now I believe it is inhabited by Count Bloodline XVIIth, is it not? Is it not he who is to host the wolf hunt cocktail party?

My DH quite liked the sausage-stuffed cabbage leaves they served on Christmas Eve, after a choir of village children had sung Christmas carols. The next day we went for a horse-drawn carriage ride in the snow, with a picnic of schnitzel and gluhwein.

We found our own entertainment in the long dark evenings.