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?

Not so fast !

Rochie dear - have you been a naughty boy ? Do I need to acquaint you with my friend cat-o-nine-tails ....

< whacks palms lightly but suggestively, tosses raven mane, hoiks ample bosom up in off-the-shoulder peasant blouse >

Oh Hully, a lady and true friend would never do such a thing, he was your true love after all...

My dear old housekeeper Hully, are those your tinkling tones I hear? So glad I am to know I can once more sink into your capable culinary arts.

Whose are these other foolish women that surround us?

If we could but be got rid of these, we could be as one again, as you stir that dear familiar posset and prepare that frothing syllabub as only you know how.

But what is that? A sound of sabre rattling on the floor? Could that be a SOLDIER approaching my door?

oooh Matron.

Jamie! I sense your buxom charms again.

Let rip, my love,

Yes, Jamie dear, press Mr Rochester to your ample corage.

I don't want him. Damn his possets.

Was that Pag who glided by so swiftly? She is a very sprite.

pag is to be currently found telling anyone who will listen about willies

I fear the devil is still at work here and I cannot be a party to it!

Why it is a veritable den of iniquity!

Oh my where are the smelling salts, I'm about to faint.......

tis true.
Pag is unsound of mind. her disposition is much unsettled and her manner is of late greatly to be regretted.
The surgeon believes she is possesed by Lord Sidney Of James.
It will not end well.

But I fear I am interupting....

Infamy ! Infamy ! They've all got it infamy

Gibbon, if you will help me offload Mr Rochester premanently on to the barmaid slut, I can offer you a fine and upstanding lieutenant.. (slightly infected by Lord Sidney)

arf arf arf

Am I too late for the ball? Should I go and sit with the dowagers?

Hully dearest, at the risk at sounding ungrateful at your most generous proposal, I must decline.

The Captain has set my heart to beat faster and my breath to quicken and I cannot and will not deny the force of my feelings.

Dearest Pag! so lovely to see you and too long it has been since we sat and pressed flowers and spoke of matters of the heart!

Come sit by me and I shall tell you all about the dear Captain, he is due to visit soon!

Good luck all!

Oh pag you vulgar young harlot I am shocked by your worldlyness. [Thrusts bosom in direction of Mr Rochester]

Never too late Madame! Come sit! We await the arrival of a certain delightful captain.

Princess, alas you welcomed that limp with your tricks of cunning and slight I fear.

A delightful captain, you say? Heavens, I am always aquiver for man in regimentals....

I sense we shall all be enamored with the captain. I trust we can all remain the dearest of friends whatever the outcome?

Alas! I am being called into the night to tend to the needs of Dr Ernest. He is currently without an assistant to aid him in his house calls.

If the captain arrives before I return so send my fondest and deepest regards.

But where has the dear Princessa gone? Timely though her departure may be, I feel we shall miss her cunning stunts.

And how delightful to welcome Madame Defarge. Perhaps you would care for some stirrup cup?

Now while dear Gibbon waits upon the doctor, I shall leave Miss Minty and Jamie-slut to vie for frankly past it Mr Rochester and hasten to my hastily arranged tryst in the shrubbery.

(I love Infamy Infamy - tis one of my favorite lines ever)

Oh Lady Tis, you are mistaken. Indeed, I have arrived in my dear mama's barouche, but I am Mademoiselle Mimi Defarge, fresh-faced emigree, with many a winsome habit, and a charming French accent, which adds minxy allure to my alabaster charms...

Damn. I shall out fox her yet, the young Frnch fancy.

Indeed, I must ask her to tell us stories of Frnce, tis many a year ere I stepped slipper on that tricoloured soil.