AIBU in thinking that the IPOAT hall has transported to another dimension

[Minimammoth]

Where has it gone? Just as I was about to start sprucing it up for the jubilee and start tatting the bunting?

wot is it?

they are INSULTING dear Mr Rochester in another Hall.

For sooth Hully. No. Surely not. We know he has his little foibles, but that only adds to his er...uniqueness. Shall we gather the staves and shovles and see'em off?

Exam is done. I have emptied my brain of all informations and am ready to be filled anew with exciting pictures facts.

for you post exam

Lawks and lumme.

Don't know what is more shocking, insulting Mr Rochester or that picture from Hully.

Hurrah for exam finished, Umami. Will you now be an MSc, a Mistress of Science? I remember the time Dr Van Hairraising visited us.

That man had a roving eye, Mistress Fids.

You should be careful, dear Widow, lest your stockings turn entirely blue.

Is that a new garden feature that you have procured for us Hully? Should we incorporate it into a water feature perhaps.

I second the motion for turning the sculpture into a water feature. When we have balls we could have it filled with champagne.

Sadly only one stocking is blue as yet, with another year's study to go. Where is Ms Wollstonecraft of late? A little pamphleteering would set me up nicely.

I don't intent having balls in this lifetime, the hormones present problems I have heard.

Visiting another Hall recently I observed this . That a gentleman and be under the dangerous influence of those wantons troubles me.

Perhaps we should invite them to one of our balls? T'would be a kindness. I also feel that once in the company of our Gels and Ladies, they may be quite amusing.

Is that hully?

No, I believe Hully was away defending Mr Rochester's reputation, else I'd have wondered too.

FidGirl saw a film recently of Jane Eyre. She takes my Kindle with her when she goes to exH and saw the title and started to read it. Then found the latest film version online and watched it. I didn't know that so was a bit baffled when she started asking questions about Mr Rochester at 6.45am on a school morning. Thought I might still be asleep and dreaming of IPOAT.

Plump the cushions, get Wilkins and find volunteer orphans to minister unto Hully when she returns. She will need a soothing tisane, a foot massage and chocolate.

So, this Hall of ours then - in the middle of the countryside is it?

Dunno. Different dimension. Is it not on google maps?

The Hall lies in a glade between the villages of Little Wallop and Great Heaving.

Well if it's rural then I'm leaving!

I thought it was on the edge of one of our fine cities. Near a park and a beach and cliffs obviously but definitely not rural.

No wonder we're all bonkers

It is perhaps a little bit rural, what with the park and haha, yet sophisticated and urban of spirit, no?

Thusly?

V similar, although I think a little grander

'Tis cider making time, the orphans are in the orchard harvesting, and grapes need treading< Hoiks skirt and tucks in knickers>.
Would that I knew how to work this quill to find an amusing picture.

My quill isn't working to find an amusing picture either but I am excited by the prospect of some new cider.

On my travels this year I came across a very fine drink which I think we have the facilities to replicate

Cider Brandy

Should we have a go?

Most definitely, I have been experimenting with giving a new 'twist' whatever that might be, to old recipes. I found a dried rat in the herb shed that should give it body< sorry v. old joke>. We could age it in the time machine, then a quick blast in the Hadron colander and a ne cider is born. We can get Mr Rochester and cook to test it.

My quill has sketched us thus. 'Tis mighty good for the thigh muscles and the fumes make one quite heady.

Should our newest concoction be unpalatable we could always use it for Mr Rochester's leg and Cook's bunions.