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

[Hullygully]

throws seaweed at Hully so good for the complexion.

Quickstep for me. I like the running jumping bit which disguises a lack of rhythm.

I have been tweeting. I have almost got the hang of it

After my tango lesson I am eager to master the waltz and quickstep. Mistress Mini landed safely ashore in her tatted lifeboat and we have been performing in the Madeira IPOAT Tour

See how the locals love us.

Mini and Fids are quite beyond saving, I fear. They are hopelessly giddy and will never net good solid husbands at this rate. All they think about is dancing and clothing.

And I suppose it's just me who has to tend to dear Rochester's leg now? Whatever happened to the devout ministrations of the Misses? Hmm?

Ooo tweeting.

I couldn't manage. I found I didn't have anything to say.

Ahem excuse me, but I am a Countess remember. Sadly I had to leave the Count in transyvania, I think Umami may have dealt with him on my behalf, I am sure I saw Rochesters leg in a bar down by the harbour the other evening quite enjoying the tango too.
Tweeting ? Is that similar to tatting?

Tweeting isn't as useful or decorative as tatting. It has however got me some work.

If only I wasn't forced into the world of work on occasion

I'm ready to sail Cap'n. I have exhausted the matelots

But we have left the Misses ashore! Alone and unprotected in the famous tango bars of Madeira! What will become of them there?

Still, at least we won't have to keep worrying about their virtue and chasing them round the ship with shawls.

my, what adventures we had in the opium den!

wait for us!

Confound your Coracle of Iniquity!

This is a ship of Morality, Dignity and Refinement.

We will have none of your polluting loose influence you Harlots of Maderia

Unless you're sorry and won't do it again?

ow!

we promise, honest.

And you will sit quietly in your cabin, tatt underdrawers and read improving religious passages?

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the others will of course, I just went to fetch them back.

Well, the Club we went to was called Xanadu....

And you proselytised? Tried to lead them gently into the Good Clean Pure Christian Light?

Yeah, yeah, all that. quite a bit of forehead smiting went on.

You left your pamphlets on board

I spoke in tongues, innit.

They all left their Garments of Virtue too, Madame Jins. Frankly I question their story. I just hope Brother Japhrmaezekiel doesn't get to hear of it, he'll not want his brothers married to Sluts and Wantons.

Cup of tea Mistress Hully?

I fear I have a dreadful headache and this is not helping one bit