AIBU to be annoyed when I make a really good point on a thread

[SerenityNowAKABleh]

and then it's ignored, and either I have to repeat it, or then someone else comes and makes exactly the same point and everyone goes "oh yes, that's quite clever" "what a good and inciteful point" and so on. Maybe I should just type in caps?
So, AIBU?

If it pleases the court, exhibit A: Mr Wonka.

I would hope for no less.

But do stay for darling Gibbon's Eurythmy. She has worked so hard and Iblieve that if we are especially good, she will treat us to an ode!

I wonder where dear Cheerful is today? She does so delight in a ditty.

[twrils past on the dance floor] WOOOOO woooooo

Ahhh what is that? I feel a deathly cold breeze upon my slender bare arms. Clutch me to your warm bosom, Mr Rochester, I believe there are spectral presences at hand.

It is me Hully. I will haunt you for all time Hully my lost love.

I hear Kate Bush like music, what can it be? Oh Mr Rochester, dance, dance like you never have before, we must show it a clean pair of heels.

[tapping at the window]

Now sit down and rest, dear Mr Rochester. I am away to walk the deerhounds. If anything untoward approaches you, scream for nurse.

Aaggghhhhh there has been a terrible and most unfortunate misunderstanding, Mr Rochester is quite distraught. Mrs Rochester is of course Bertha, dear Blanche belongs on a Streetcar.

And Habb, I am somewhat aghast that you have lain my dh's most splendid appurtenance upon the table.

Even Mr Rochester isn't listening, he is preoccupied with his testicular growth, bless him.

Where else was I supposed to put it? The floor? Someone might have tripped! And then there might have been a baby.

See? I knew you were close by, I could sense it.

Would you care to take a turn with Mr Rochester? He's not as steady as he once was, but by god, he's willing.

He smells, Hully. You've got him all sweaty. At least I think it's sweat.

Just looked up your previous incarnation, hully - that wonderful double-spoof you and Starlight took part in.

Smells? Mr Rochester?

But nurse bathed him for luncheon and powdered him with crushed agate. Perhaps you have synaesthesia?

"bathed" him, did she? you might want to sack that nurse.

Oh those heady days, rarely get one as good as that now. There was a quite marvellous one BoF did about baby pics and fruit a while ago.

They are my best ones and my favourites.

I have cast nurse down the oubliette and entrusted Mr Rochester to the groom. we must hope for the best.

Haven't seen that one. But suggest oubliette deserves a wider airing. Possibly because it's still smelly.

I'm not sure it's really altogether ladylike to place quite so much emphasis on odour. We do our best, we lack running water you know, but the grocer does a splendid line in pomanders. I suggest you invest.

Hello, you mad lovelies!

The way my hair looks this morning, the only way I can sneak onto this thread is as the crazy, screaming woman in the attic. (get on with it)

Cheerful!

Don't go in the attic, darling, Mrs Rochester has gone quite quite berserk. She ate poor Minty, you know.

Where IS that Gibbon? Mr Rochester grows fractious.

Well, I'm up for a fight this morning I must say. The object of my wrath is a 6 year old, though, so mustn't do that. Perhaps a good throw down w/Mrs. Rochester is pree-cisely what I need. (bares teeth and charges)