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?

Come and lie down dear boy, how tired you must be after your journey. I shall ask cook to fetch you a tisane and I shall draw your bath myself and even scrub your back

I think you need a better daguerrotype although the abs are indeed vulnerable

Feral ducks!! We are plagued with unlikely and inconvenient mishaps in recent times.

Let me help you with your boots, there. And now your galligaskins, how tightly moulded to your slim hips they are! I must needs tug upon them with some vigour.

Bend your knees Mistress Hully in case some dreadful misalignment occurs.

We have no more space in the infirmary

Caught at a better angle.

There doesn't appear to exist a single dageurrotype of The Ward in the bath. Extraordinary. I shall summon a photographer forthwith that we might chart the progress of the dear boy whilst under my care.

I just tried to show you a fascinating animated daguerrotype of The Ward enjoying a local bath-house, and the whole Hall collapsed!

I daren't show it now. I shall take it to the ice house where 'twill be safe.

animated?

What newfangled thing is this?

Does The Ward move?

The poor boy only appears to own one pair of trousers. And given the way they just flew out of Madame Hully's window in shreds I fear he is reduced to merely his unmentionables...

We shall tatt him some new ones.

How smart and grateful he will be.

Perhaps we might tatt some goatskin trousers for the winter.

Peeks out from the ice house

Oh my goodness a moving daguerrotype!!

What kind of witchcraft is this?

Oh my poor Ward is quite without his galligaskins.

I am yielding to my inner artist and have set up a camera obscura in Hully's bedroom she'll never notice as she is so taken with the Ward who despite his abs does look a little gormless. Not eloping material Jins. Perhaps you need someone with a little more er.. hair. Perhaps Mistress Yak could find a suitable etching in the library.

Did someone mention physics? My latest exploits into alchemy have met with mixed success....I have failed to turn Rochester's leg into gold but have succeeding in turning gold into gin (more the economic variety of alchemy there - but if it works then so be it).

YOU HAVE ALL RUINED MY CRUSH.

Right I'm going to find me another Ward you heartless crush-crushers.

You were doing well with the abs though Mistress Hully.

They're no good now. You're all right, he does look gormless.

I can't unsee it.

Right, I'm off to the Orphange to find me some new Wards.

I have sent out invitations to all in the county, Miss Sybil has done the pirates in and around the cove and look here. I found him in the wine cellar so if you'll excuse me, I shall attend to him the wine list for the ball.

Miss Entropy - I may need your help. But not just yet. I may be a while penning my list.

I'll join you at the orphanage

They look in need of a good meal to me

He looks mean and spiteful.

I'd rather gormless with good abs.

Oh yes Mistress Jins, let us go and see who needs tender nurturing and a good bosom nestle. They look so lost, sad and alone.