to think IPOAT gels will never marry well if they continue to be so fast?

[CaptainHornblower]

Ladies, I am in haste. Have hurriedly borrowed a laptop from work quill and parchment from the Reverend Charitable. I miss you all

Such wonderful sprigs of mistletoe and an intoxicating waft of mulled gin wine. I would so love to help with the greenery and talk of muffs and bustles

Until we meet again, deck the IPOAT Hall with well-yuled young men. Pray do keep attending the still herb-drying equipment.

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Ahem...it would appear the wood (and other festive greenery) has arrived.

Adeste....we miss you too...if only there was space we could share a three way bosom clench encounter!

Do you have hope of the restoration of your own fine quill?

The brothers <a class="break-all" href="http://www.google.co.uk/imgres?q=brothers+grimm&um=1&hl=en&client=firefox-a&sa=N&rls=org.mozilla:en-GB:official&channel=s&biw=1272&bih=630&tbm=isch&tbnid=0t-7Ts4iffbbRM:&imgrefurl=www.smart.co.uk/dreams/grimpix.htm&docid=QSndMwOl999pYM&imgurl=www.smart.co.uk/dreams/grimm/grimtea1.jpg&w=540&h=800&ei=UVjnTqSvOo20hAeWg_jzCg&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=588&vpy=142&dur=2279&hovh=273&hovw=184&tx=97&ty=156&sig=103362630470746556348&page=1&tbnh=126&tbnw=91&start=0&ndsp=21&ved=1t:429,r:3,s:0" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Grimm have moved into the next village and will be delighted to come to our 'do', and tell their most educational and moral stories and we can have a right good larf

I do fear for the boys bringing in the holly though, they will suffer greatly and we will have to find soothing ungents to rub in to those sore places < note I did not mention pricks, not once>

I have sent you all virtual Christmas cards. Know that they are out there, waiting.

Are they in a parallel universe Hully? Mine are in another dimension and may just pop through some time in the future who knows, it's all a bit quantum.

You have to find em...

I have found mine. T'is lovely Huls. I will be sorting my cards out tomorrow

Isn't it speshul?

It's truly magical. Brought a tear to my eye with the thoughtfulness

Only thing is....

It's not personalised so I think I'll have to rip it up. That's what seems to be the thing elsewhere in MN land

You're right, those poor boys will be needing some smoothing ointment all over them. It would be remiss of me not to offer my services, especially as I dragooned them into helping. I suggest we rub in it really really slowly so as to maximise the benefit.

Virtual cards Hully, aw, what a lovely thought. I particularly like mine What a strategically placed arm!

Døes ånyøne knøw whåt wås in the festive tisåne punch, becåuse it hås turned me intø søme sørt øf å viking wench?

I wøuld nøt mind tøø much but the hørned helmet is disårråying my håir møst distressingly....

Well it's given me norovirus

Oh dear, I am sorry about the punch, the recipe did say it would put hairs on your chest but I assumed that was a euphemism!

Jins, are you sure it was the punch and not the very (ahem) enthusiastic greeting you gave to the new mill owner?

And also Entrophy, I think you are under-estimating quite how much the Viking wench look suits you... Although I understand that the rabbit gillet look may be difficult to get used to.

Have you been I that colander again entropy?
I fear we have been neglecting our tatting of late, we have standards to maintain, and there's thermal underwaer to consider.

That's ' in that colander'. Deary me my quill has gone squiffy.

I håve nøt ønly been thrøugh the cølånder but åppårently I have been replåced with ån evil (but får sexier) twin frøm å pårållel universe...

I løøk like this

It's ok it wasn't norovirus after all. I was just over tired.

Glad not norovirus Jins. Feet up on the chaise, and Watkins will fetch you a posset.
Entropy has that danish not worn off yet. You may have to be leeched.
I have searched the multiverse and can find no trace of my Christmas greeting Hully. There are a number of reasons I can think of: 1. It fell through a worm hole 2. someone else stole it, or 3. You lied and neveer sent it at all, which is it now? hmm, hmm?

Well I have been disgorging my stomach technicolour chundering and seem to have indeed shaken the viking influence...

As it happens I also found your card from Madame Hully, although you may not wish it returned to you in its current state partially digested at the bottom of the toilet bowl.

Strange days all round really.

Dons Florence Nightingale outfit. A hospital wing (MASH) has been set up next to the herb drying shed. There will be enforced bed rest and ..um enemas, and leeching. I will consult the herbal for a soothing remedy, might have to search out the 'creeping parson' that usually has one up and about in no time.

Ah Ladies, I see reinforcements are necessary in the distillery herb-drying shed. As I am a frightful apparition in any uniform I shall stay there and practise my dispensing arts.

My Quill is still out of order but I am hopeful that in this season of goodwill, the Rev Charitable will lend me this laptop Quill for Yuletide.

These are indeed strange days within and without the IPOAT Hall and though hale and hearty I have lost a crown. Not a regal one (there's an adventure) but a dental one.

Is it true that we shall have a real Doctor in the hospital wing? I fancy he might be interested in my possets and tisanes.

Thank god, someone else to empty the bed pans. Fids you may need laudanum. Just a little behind the ears. I think that's how it's done.