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

[CaptainHornblower]

It was a long swim ashore but rather that than suffer the marital 'bliss' of the various Mr Fanaticswithdodgybeards. Honey, Fids and I have dressed for the ball. I shall admit to feeling very excited about the potential for passionate husband material in Buenos Aires. Though I suspect Hully will soon find us all one of these

tutto and tsko

(Dunno what happened there! Must have been the amontillado)

Ooh, Miss Sib, we look gooooood!

Agree about Mistress Hully. Gels, be on your guard. Avoid the lettuce. I have found a kindly tour guide who can put us up.

These lads can carry messages to the Mistresses for us, although I believe they are too occupied to care where we enjoy our sojourn. See how they slumber. Can it be that Brother Jerajeraezekielekiel slumbers alongside?

I love the wide open spaces.... Hullys post lays before us, a beautiful vista. Magnificent in scope if not in content.

I have not been husbanded for many years. I think I may be a virgin again.

See how neglectfully Mistress Hully tends to her posting duties. Such a long gap I have never seen.

I may join you in that sentiment, Mistress Pagwatch but I fear Mistress Hully would guffaw most unbecomingly and twitch again. We should be mindful of her delicate mind constitution.

Fie, senoritas! let us have no more talk of smiting! It is Fiesta time!

We gels are ready to fiesta!

Ah, we shall dance.

Mistress Pagwatch, take care Cook doesn't try to swap her stockings for yours
As Watkins missed the boat (deliberately in my view) she is dangerous and on a goucho hunt.

Gosh, you'll need a chemise if you wear this one

tinfoil meets shrubbery? If a gaucho gets too forward you could just, um, hide in youself.

<a class="break-all" href="http://www.google.co.uk/imgres?q=groucho+marx&um=1&hl=en&client=safari&sa=N&tbo=d&tbm=isch&tbnid=7sy658YdfXvuTM:&imgrefurl=lalalandhistory.blogspot.com/2011/02/mental-montage-when-first-we-met.html&docid=1tDE0Mz9MIbveM&w=383&h=479&ei=hDGETsqpCJPF8QOPkt1R&zoom=1&biw=1024&bih=690" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">I fear I misunderstood the gaucho hunt. But at least I have found my stockings

'Magnificent in scope if not in content'

And at Groucho Hunt>

I shall most certainly wear a chemise - also a corset and a petticoat! I think it's for the best.

Ah yes, laudanum... that explains my poorly head and delicate tremors.

But no matter! I am properly attired for the ball and ready to be husbanded! Pink does become me, if I dare say.

Madames and gels, I have great tidings. Don Rodriguez dos Cervezas Por Favor, related by both blood and marriage to Don Tapas de Bolero Patatas Bravas, have invited us to dine al fresco with them that we might meet their brothers and cousins and avoid the deadly brother Julio. They have thoughtfully furnished me with a daguerrotype of their unwed male relatives that we may feast our eyes upon their dark loveliness

Isn't that the blackguardly Don Chorizo second from right? I hear he has a terrible reputation!

His albondigas are impressive.

There's no answer to that!

His sausage is beyond reproach, Miss RatherBe. It is spicy and large, but generally harmless.

I love my dh. But we can never shop in Spain without him picking up a large chorizo and making a 'look at my sausage' joke. Every time. In every other way he is a fairly sophisticated man.

Don Buenos dos Aires dos Amigo has sent me a daguerrotype of his 4 brothers. I think we gels may be better suited to them, they seemmore spiritual, also healthier and heartier. At least they must not lean on their sticks.

We could ride bareback.