To say Quick! Before the IPOAT ice house begins to thaw and HRH's head melts unwontedly?

[Hullygully]

[Hullygully]

Why, how quiet the Hall is, I shall make the most of it and drag dear Mr Rochester downstairs for a whirl, how long it has been! If I splint his leg to a broom handle, he will be able to manage beautifully.

[Hullygully]

[Minimammoth]

'Twill make a fine muff.

[Hullygully]

Oh Mini, how kind! But your eyeglasses are failing again, tis not a stoat, tis a lemur, a gift from far flung parts that sadly survived not its travel here in a pannier.

[Minimammoth]

Why madam Hully < mwah mwah> I see that you have taken your hobby to new heights! what a handsome stoat. Shall you mount it alongside the King's head?

[Hullygully]

But what were you doing in the haha, Sybil dear? I thought you were going out amidst the haws for your complexion?

[Minimammoth]

Throws Sybil some stout rope
Shoos away the wolefs.
Grabs Sybil by the stays.
Tea my dear.?

[Sybilvimes]

I have been trapped in that haha for weeksand none of you came to rescue me. I'm seriously thinking of thinking of packing my bags and joining the wolefs- I bet I could make something lovely with an empire line out of those fleeces.

[Sybilvimes]

Pokes the dust bunnies and wanders the lonely halls...

Did the melting ice house carry all before it I wonder? I shall hurry to the haha and see if any are trapped and needing tisanes and assistance.

[Minimammoth]

I think the Ice house is melting.

[Fiderer]

ICE - get thee to the ice house. No heads there any more. Tisanes on tap, my latest invention.

I may also have a posset for the bowel flux and I have been told that arsenic is beneficial to the skin.

[ICBINEG]

I will volunteer for a dunking...I am recently returned from London Town and am in need of sustenance and a large selection of medicinal tisanes.

My skin is quite drab with the smokes fumes and I have contracted a flux of the bowels...most unpleasant.

[Minimammoth]

Pardon my poor heat addled brain, but I thought you said bring the 'socks' out of the barn. I know we occasionally harbour the odd cache of WMD ( have you got that Cheltenham?) But NOT THE SOCKS
My dunk list would include many politicians Master Gove comes to mind and the Millipede, and possibly the persons causing vexation in both your and my world. Any disporting smugness, and that vogue woman might prove fun.

[Fiderer]

Fret not, Mini, plenty of time to dunk the gruesomes.

We could fetch the stocks out of the barn. They haven't been used since we put that snooty Miss Highn-Mighty in them last year for being cruel to the stable lad about how he mounted her .

Who else is on your Dunk List?

[Minimammoth]

I am going to start a Dunk List. I am sorely disappointed that we did not go for the gruesome twosome. Penance must be done. In fact dunkin's too good for 'em. They'll enjoy it. < does amazin' U turn>

[Fiderer]

I can offer a soothing tisane. Or you could hurl phosphorous lumps at a wall for relief.

If we used some of the DNA tatting as a net and whittled some wooden bats we may start a new sport.

[Hullygully]

I dunked my hound earlier

It didn't suffice the need

[Fiderer]

May be best to duck and dunk all you find (Hall ladies and gels aside) to relieve your breast of the yearning.

[MadameDefarge]

The Mystery of Hully's Wellsprings are an MN Legend...

[Hullygully]

It came upon me sudden

I am unaware of the wellspring

[Fiderer]

Talking of fevered breasts, Hully, what has brought about this fervent need of yours to duck and dunk?

[MadameDefarge]

Or how about we strategically place the alms box for the poor in a tempting place? say, over a pit with DNA tatting camoflageing it?

[ICBINEG]

Does anyone have a spare dubloon? We could tie it to the end of the Royal DNA tatting and lure in the specie grubbers directly?

[Hullygully]

She is a fiery little thing isn't she?

What about a little light dunking in the haha to cool her fevered breast?

[Sybilvimes]

If he starts trying to hide in the rum barrel I vote we join our brothers and sisters across the water and employ the guillotine.

Vive la revolution!