AIBU - Books part 2

[theyoungvisiter]

as you were ladies.

Salome,- does your name begin with V? would like to be witty about plot,even if wrong but can't remember enough!

The presence of the shrub makes for a gap in the fence which the aforementioned new neighbours' cats have discovered Funny critters; they are fine with me feeding them in their house but regard me as a stranger to be wary of outside.

Hmm, lighthouses... puzzling.

It's not so much the condiment that is offensive, as the selection of main course. Or, rather, breakfast. And while on the topic, surely IANBU to think breakfast at sunrise is a tad early?

Moomin, indeed a wintry surname, and Pogle, yes it begins with V...Villette by Charlotte Bronte.

BTW. Any concensus on whether he returned, or did he die abroad? It was all very mystifying.

I think he died. Didn't she write that the years he was away were the happiest, as in, because she was looking forward to him coming home?

A miserable ending seems more appropriate given that Charlotte's life wasn't what you'd call a bundle of laughs.

Yikes. Life at the Heyworth Parsonage. Not exactly Bacardi Breezers all round.

So now we are in the lighthouse I am cheering myself up by painting a garden on the walls.

I bet Pogle knows this...

llandb, sorry, still stumped but I don't like peanut butter at any time.

no idea on either...need to get back in the zone...

...and I can get into the garden I painted! Possibly the privations we are enduring have affected my mental health.

Hmmm.... there is a distinct absence of gardens here, but we had to pass through a forest and cross a river to get here. To be honest I rather object to being breakfast; my brother and I (and our friend) may have to fly.

'Night, all... hope our large friend rescues us soon

llandb, were you looking for a cow?

Now this is going to haunt me all tomorrow!

Night, bookworms.

Moomin is your adopted daughter little?
Night all!

I am staying at my uncles house ,with my step-father and step-brother.I'm sure I can hear something scratching in the attic - AIBU to ask someone to check it out with me?

Moomin, bless you, have you found Lucy? Now Jim the Giant Eagle can whisk us all to safety and we won't be eaten by some dubious gelatinous witchey-poo

llandb, Hooray! It was Badjelly the Witch! But I must confess to not remembering anything about peanut butter. You still have to see the giant's bare bum though. Yuck!

Pogle, My, she certainly is little! After the first butterfly I knew you would get this.
Does yours have anything to do with a certain fancy and spooky dinner service? If it's the one I'm thinking of then it gave me the creeping horrors when I was younger.

And now, AIBU to think my auntie is a horrible old snob because she wouldn't let the washerwoman's children see our new dolls' house?

Moomin' YANBU but I'm afraid most people will back Auntie, and to give her her due, she probably feels that she's doing the right thing by you. I'm so pleased that you have the courage to subvert her

I know, poor Aunt Beryl, twanging her old guitar and dreaming of Prince Charming.

AIBU to dress up in my sister's clothes and parade in front of our neighbours and acquaintances cuddling a fake baby?

Cor, I'd forgotten all about the giant's bum! Never mind, the prospect of deus ex machina cheers me up.

Don't remember about Aunt Beryl's guitar - poor Auntie; perhaps children who are fixated on a dolls' house - and not just any, but The dolls' house - can BU after all.

Now, Moomin, I'm afraid that much as your proposal amuses and shocks me, I need more clues!

Meanwhile, AIBU to conceal from my husband that I have bought macaroons?

Right again ,Moomin! I wasn't freaked out by it - I'd already been reduced to jelly by The Moon of Gomrath! I can see you quite clearly dressed in your sister's clothes - no idea about the book yet though

My Mum is out and it's ironing day -AIBU to help her and finish it off? It can't be that difficult,can it?

Hmm Pogle, are you famed for your pies?

Pogle, I don't think I touched another Alan Garner for years!

And Pogle, you don't happen to come from One End Street do you, because if so, you won't half catch it when Mum finds out what you've done to that artificial silk petticoat!

llandb, any chance of more clues, please?

I thought I looked nice in my sister's clothes but my father was furious. He beat me so hard I decided to run away. WIBU?

Goodness Moomin, in some countries he could be arrested for that!

Now, I don't have a purty lamp like Kezia's but I do sort of inhabit a house like hers.

Oooh llandb, light dawns finally! But I still prefer Katherine Mansfield's dolls' house to Ibsen's. You can't play with his.

Now, Moomin', you did make it too easy but have redeemed yourself by making this too hard. I need more clues (or possibly just haven't a clue)

Ah Pogle, silly me - I will not confess to the mistaken memory that led to the pies question (lemon meringue, to be exact)

'Night, all -happy BU-ing!

Further clues...ok... another of my escapades was to tell an acquaintance of my other sister that I had shot a small angel...

Night all!