To ask all Chaletians to get ready for Madame's birthday?

[LonnyVonnyWilsonFrickett]

Pop to the splasheries my lambs and after you've brushed your hair till it shines we'll have a quick practice of 'I sing of Margaret so fair'.

Once we've finished casting the movie, that is....

Oooh, a sheets and pillowcases party! What a scream! I shall be a ghost with badminton racquet wings.

And I shall be a French Breton peasant (apologies to any Bretons reading this!) and I will look dainty for the first time in my life.

I shall of course come as Plato with a paper laurel wreath!

I'll come as an Indian lady with a sari made of a sheet and "all the necklaces and bangles I can borrow" ...

What larks we shall have my lambs!

I'll come as an angel of course.

Dear script writers, can you rewrite my history and have me married off to a character played by Orlando Bloom? Many thanks! (Just don't make him a doctor whatever you do).

I'm coming as a ghost. Like 99% of people would.

Where is my prize for being an interfering busybody who glued my little "sister's" hair to a halo the most selfless and helpful?! I've been dressed as an Indian lady for ages and no one has been praising me!

That's because everyone is mooning over Joey's latest creation, not that I'm quite sure what it is but it could be Princess Leia with those buns...

I used my sheets and pillowcase to manufacture a rather cunning tampon costume.

I am now in solitary confinement with a bowl of bread and milk .

A what costume, fairnotfair ?

We've never heard of that at the Chalet, thank you, so that's where your toes turn in.

I've learned my lesson Marcipex but I think it's almost too late. Miss Annersley fears my corrupting influence. She fixed me with her keen grey/blue eyes (that have never needed glasses) and hence I realised the error of my ways.

However, I will be redeemed. I'll rescue a foolish Middle from a raging torrent and will subsequently almost perish from a nameless but terrifying illness that can only be cured by being sung to. I will be reborn a true Chalet girl. Henceforth, my sheets-&-pillowcase costumes will represent fisher-lasses and suchlike, rather than devilish sanpro.

What is a sarafan anyway?

Who did you rescue? A Junior from St Agnes, a St Bernard puppy, or a flaxen haired local Gretchen with smallpox/the white mans plague? Or all three at once?

I think I probably rescued a member of the extended Bettany/Russell clan. Just to be on the safe side...

Having obtained permission from the prees, I've been to the Senior Library (google) where I discovered that a sarafan is a pinafore dress. Obviously we all know that the song The Red Sarafan was written by Alexander Egorovich Varlamov?

fairnotfair is not a REAL Chalet School girl. She probably ruins her skin with powder and talks about boys

oops just saw she rescued one of Joey's children! Did you make a rope out of your coat belt? Or just leap into a freezing river?

Hope you rescued one of the important ones Fair, rather than a random boy who we only hear about at his birth.

To be sure of redemption it had better be Len or Con, doubt Joey would miss Margot much.

I always thought the sarafan was some sort of bird, I wish you a speedy recovery once your ears stop bleeding.

Actually, Miss Annersley, I made a rope out of NYLONS! I got them from Joan Baker (she's cheaply pretty, you know) - she swapped them for a powder compact and a nearly empty bottle of Coty's "L'Aimant".

But that's all in the past now. I am a jolly schoolgirl with no use for such fripperies.

I thought fairnotfair had come as an unlit candle. I was most confused when Matey went puce and rushed her off like that....

I congratulated Verity Ann on her Little Bo Peep outfit. She looked quite put out and said she hadn't changed into her costume yet

I got it wrong and thought we had to make the costume out of crepe paper. Most of it had nearly fallen apart before the first dance, and I spilt my drink and the colour's run all over my velveteen evening frock I was wearing underneath and the chair I was sitting on. What will Matey say?

I thought I'd come as a Mummy so I tore up my sheets and pillow cases to look like bandages. Matey is furious and I am not allowed go on any expeditions this term. I have to sit with her and do hemming instead. And I soooo wanted an opportunity to push save Mary Lou from falling into an icy lake.

Robin unlit candle!

fairnotfair Nylons? That Joan Baker has a lot of explaining to do! Mind you she is common so won't now any better, poor lamb.

Vintage you surely are asking to be expelled? But maybe you've got a lovely golden voice or are extremely good at tennis so they won't expel you.

DeWee Matey is very busy today. All those naughty middles to keep in isolation. I still blame that Joan Baker.

Oops I should be in Latin. Hope that I haven't been missed! And double whoops is it French day today?

I don't have a golden voice Joey but I am exceptionally pretty with silvery curls and eyes like pansies. I don't think they're allowed expel girls like me only the ugly ones.