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?

Sprout,sprout, who's calling who a sprout.
The moat definitely needs a clear out, or the under-gardener will be too distracted,and we can't have that.

I think it would be prudent at this stage just to remind ourselves of the under-gardener's appearance. You know, so that we would be sure to notice were he to become distracted by anything.

I could go and help the under gardener if that would be helpful? (innocent).

He may be able to help with my water lily problem. Certainly he looks like a man who is good with his hands...

Now, I would like to herald the return of our dear Mimi AND dear Gibbon, mother of electrical Nigel.

In honour, I suggest another adventure is due, Mimi suggests roundheads and cavaliers.

Alack alas poor King Charles - defeated at Worcester, on the run for his ife...he is sheltering in a barrel in the cellar...we must shield him from Cromwell's men...and he is dead fit. I have provided him with a hasty posset and some broken meats...

I'm not sure I am dressed for the weather

Heavens woman, any more oranges and he'll split his Jaffas. Aside from the indignities he may suffer, the waste disposal in the Hall still hasn't recovered from Cook's last "All Thee Can Eat Pie Fayre."

His Maj LIKES oranges excessively

On your own cleavage be it then.

Whilst you have been juggling and Mme D seeing to His Maj, I have been checking supplies, gaining us coinage for the Royal Visit, replenishing the distillery herb-drying shed and hiring lusty young men to aid us on Estate and in Hall.

I hear tell of a Louise who would fain locate the King and slither her way into his barrel. Take care.

bah, 'tis a bold wench that Louise, but methinks Lady Castlemaine is more of a threat...

still, that's all for the future...we must contrive a plan to enable our sovereign lord to escape the clutches of Cromwell's bleating puritans. There is is marvellous oak tree before the haha...perhaps we could fashion some sort of tree house?

Lawks, he can't stay long in an oak tree. Especially as I've sent 3 barrels of beer up there today. Never has a tree wept so much sap.

I must ready the priest hole. We have need of a diversion.

I think he has cramp. I must massage his lower extremities...

(readjusts muslin fichue)

I'm going up...

Must we not hasten him to France? Isn't there a Minette?

A vignette with Minette?

Dear Mistress Hulls, Minette is his sister...

Like that would stop his royal little filthpot

fie on you Mistress Hully! Our Sovereign Lord is far to busy shagging ministering to random buxom ladies to be so forrard!

when is the meet up btw? am gagging to meet you. Despite my lost tooth which I feel gives me a slightly piratical look...