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

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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?

Let us not lose our heads. Mme Mimi is sadly mistaken, tis but a Christmas choccy uzi and we may destroy it with but a few bites. Count, please, come control your wayward spouse. verily she is more trouble than a bucket full of something most troublesome.

Look, poor Mr Rochester has been quite forgot. he stands talking to the statuary over yonder.

Tether, I think you have seen rigor enough

Now I bethink me we must hasten before Captain Darch begins to putrify. Gibbon? Tether?

Paggy will have to stand in for the virgin side of affairs so sadly lacking.

Yuri! Let us leave zeez waissailing wenches and scarper to the Winter Palace! Mon amour...

I am away now - wish me luck on the trains!

bye...

Mwah xxxx

Hmm, methinks the wedding party has needfully scattered. Very well, we shall pop Captain Darcy in the freezer and wish merry christmas one and all to ghosts, vamps and the regiment....to be contd...

Amongst all the frivolities, joy and festivities, let's not lose sight of the important issue:

There's a very good chance of this thread making 1000 posts before the new year.

Happy Christmas one and all.

But if you do not return to the thread, I will hunt you down and kill you in your beds.

Sleep tight

Thought I was dead as I expired several pages ago at the bottom of a mine shaft.

But happy to report I am still alive, still malevolent, still unable to spell...

AND pregnant by the errant Captain!

And still rather aback by Hully's tangerine costume. Or do I mean puce...?

Joyeux Noel!

And HAPPY CHRISTMAS one and all.

"God Rest ye Merry Gentlemen, your games are at an end;
for you've been shot and that's your lot, no more to flirt nor bend
You've made them all with child and now you've gone to eternal rest
But they'll follow you from this world to the next, to-oo-oo the next: they'll fo-ollow you from this world to the next."

but not immediately of course.

Anyway - you've your very own Mothers' Club now - even a commune. What fun!

A belated Merry Christmas to you all - hope your days were full of Christmas booze Spirit and Good food Cheer!

Thumbles - I can make no sense of your message, but I love you anyway.

Marry me while Hully still has that dupe Father Brown to hand!

AND I hope the negligee flannellette dressing gown is neither tangerine nor puce. (Nor electric pink, havingreadearlierposts, come to think of it.)

Lotsa love to all,

Oh oh oh woe is me...I have the ague something terrible and have had to take to my bed with tisanes and possets and mustard compresses...oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh...and ds v v poorly and now New Year guests coming EARLY...oh oh oh oh.

Is ds ok? Are you ok?

Lock the doors, sod the guests...

Ahhh Merry Christmas one and all!

Oh no poorly DS Hully DD has been on anti b's last few weeks and it's horrid isn't it and the guests coming early too!

God I bet it's tempting to hit the lights and pretend no ones home....My morning sickness been shitty shite last few days (I am seeing it as an opportunity to improve my method acting now bodiced gib is with child)

Infact the next time I see that french strumpet I may just vom all over her heaving bosom.

Dear Tethers and Hully if perchance she passes this way trip her up for me as I am not as quick footed as I once was.

Now, cancel the New Year gathering! Or at the very least, let me send my barouche to collect your guests and take them on a day trip to Versailles instead!

Gibbon - please loosen your stays, and feel free to vom all you like - though I hope you mean to do so on Mimi, not on me.

Tethers: you and that lieutenant ... Not AGAIN!

And I told you Mr Rochester is a tw*t.

(So, back into character in a the show must go on terribly brave fashion helped very much by the furrin brew)

Good heavens! What has availed us here within? I scarce know who is whom, and who is about to wed whom? Except I am sure that I am to wed everyone and Gibbon and Tether were to share the strangely female handed Lance Corporal. (Were you not?)

I ponder however, upon marriage itself. I do not know if it be the ague, or sound good sense, but I wonder at this rush to the altar...should we not just dance?

(Gibbon, did not know thou werest pregs in very reality! How far gonest art thou? And congrats)

The following interjection from RL is inspired by Gibbon's post at 13.15 (for the sake of argument, I am ignoring Tethers' briefer suggestion along the same lines at 11.36 - sorry, Tethers).

Many Some years ago, when I was about 6 years old, my parents were temporarily financially embarrassed (thank you, Mr Micawber). A rent collection Person appeared at the front door. I was despatched to deal with him, prompted by my mother to say: 'Mummy is not at home.'

(I'm sure you can all see what happened.) I opened the door and told the Person: 'Mummy says she isn't at home.'

This action may have had one of 2 consequences:

either the Person laughed, went on his way, returned the next week and got his money;

or, erm, same as above really, except that I have this weird compulsion to tell people about what happened

Now, back to the ranch ...

And GIBBON! congratulations!

Oh no Princess not you! It is MadameDeLarge I refer to....the wanton woman with the heaving chest.

And do seem to have veered alarmingly backwards into Shakespearean and can also hear ds and must rush to his poorly side.

Ahh many a cross post I see!

Thank you very much Princess

And Hully! I do so wish your household to be rid of the lurgy very soon!

And I missed Hullys post in all the cross posts!!

I am 13 weeks Hully

And not looking very charming in RL let me tell you

Oh lovelies, am so full of furrin brew have attempted to post many things and been denied by the infernal buttons notm making sense, but so lovely you are (some) all here, sob sob (nervous up all night strain)

I shall be saddened when the thread reaches 1000.

Infact I may stay in my bodiced dress and let cobwebs gather around me and never recover.