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

[Hullygully]

telegramme to mm. Hully and company. am currently journeying back to ipoat towers by sedan chair. mountains tough. channel damp. otherwise well.
telegramme to miss Fiderer. turn down the sheets. plump up the bolster, get the bed pans in, and warm up the under gardener. i shall be with you forthwith.

Forgive my absence, dear ladies, we have recently been afflicted with a a strange, neck-located dermatisis I have been endevouring to treat with an ancient lichen compound...

Pray do mount these barouches (impatient from their days long delay)

Lord Byron Awaits you with a spendiferious picnic and seven, ah, brothers to entertain you with local dancing and story telling.....

Telegram to Mistress Mini:
IPOAT Hall awaits your return. Stop. Bolsters plumped. Stop. Under-Gardener warned warmed. Stop that you earthy fellow . Drying shed fulll of herbal remedies should you need to cure forrin ills. Stop. Love Fid.

Oh, I had forgotten about the picnic in the excitement of Mistress Hully's hunt!

I shall put aside my tatting and dig out my cherry sprigged muslim and matching half boots.

Will many of the Colonel's seven brothers be in attendance? Perhaps we will need more nubile young ladies lobster patties to slake their appetites? I am happy to roll sit on a picnic blanket with one.

Miss Fiderer. I am taking a brief sojourn by the sea, paying homage to the Great Whelk. I do hope our party in Transylvania are behaving modestly amongst the weird local knobnobility.

I am sending on this <a class="break-all" href="http://www.google.co.uk/imgres?imgurl=www.scavengeinc.com/images/Product/medium/legavenue/little-miss-lederhosen-costume.jpg&imgrefurl=www.scavengeinc.com/p-1432-little-miss-lederhosen-costume.aspx&usg=__K_sjS6iYCVmor4nft74n5XcgFNQ=&h=432&w=432&sz=48&hl=en&start=0&zoom=1&tbnid=A9KthW6sEJXRbM:&tbnh=136&tbnw=137&ei=u_AaTqXVJ9SZhQfQ2oDNBQ&prev=/search%3Fq%3Dlederhosen%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26sa%3DN%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-GB:official%26channel%3Ds%26biw%3D1280%26bih%3D607%26tbm%3Disch&um=1&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=184&vpy=283&dur=747&hovh=222&hovw=222&tx=125&ty=116&page=1&ndsp=24&ved=1t:429,r:16,s:0" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">gift for you Miss Fid. 'twil be most fetching.

I have finished my rodding with the blunderbuss

But I no longer feel it's lack. Before the barouches set off, I feel an overwhelming urge to drop to all fours and slink about the forests.

May introduce you the http://farm1.static.flickr.com/197/469576922_f4630e7f97.jpg young ladies who have prepared your picnic feast : jellies, syllabubs and trifles, cold meats and of course, some healthy snacks

May introduce you the http://farm1.static.flickr.com/197/469576922_f4630e7f97.jpg young ladies who have prepared your picnic feast : jellies, syllabubs and trifles, cold meats and of course, some healthy snacks

Mistress Hully, it is most unseemly to traverse the woods on ones haunches. However the butcher has just been, and I believe cook wants to see about some marrowbones.

I think you've also been spending a little too much time with Vicount Wuffingbonio and have neglected your charges somewhat.

Would anyone mind awfully if I just had a terribly quick sniff about their hindparts?

The compulsion is well nigh overwhelming.

I believe the Vicount has just showered and would not object Mistress Hully

Many thanks for the gift, Mistress Mini. It will be most useful in the drying shed. Such a refreshing change from muslin! I believe the sea air will do you good after the strains of Transylvania, the Count's balls, the wolf-hunting. All so hot, so hairy, so draining. You are surely in sore need of the calming influence of the Great Whelk.
I note a gruff tone in the missives from the other Ladies, a strange interest in the tenderness of the IPOAT livestock - must speak to our Gamekeeper

Indeed, Madam Hully will be in need of Training. Oh and don't mention 'walkies' or the 'vet'

Morning ladies! Goodness the breakfast buffet was excellent today! I was a little surprised to see there was no toast or kippers, but there were at 60 other liver, kidney etc dishes! Some of them I didn't even recognise and many looked raw slightly undercooked but apparently Mistress Hully ordered them so I am sure they are all part of the authentic Transylvania experience!

Ho artisans, would you be kind as to direct me to the bar?

A Bloody Mary, Miss Riven?

Mistress Hully, your dribbling is most unbecoming, try a little Wolfsbane tea it's quite the local preventative delicacy.

huh huh huh

Does Hully need a new flea collar again?

Oh, I am sore of head and neck this morning. I find myself strangely disturbed by the most vivid dreams of the Colonel.

I went for a ramble last night, high up in the forests where it's quite, quite dark and the little furry creatures of the night come out to play all unawares of the slavering beasts that wait in the shadows, and I saw the Colonel riding abroad on a magnificent black stallion. He looked pale, and in need of blood sausage and livery treats, poor fellow. I would have spoken with him, but strangely his horse took fright and bolted.