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?

And waht did the dear Princessa mean??

And tomorrow I do hope me to gather about my ELECTRIC PINK fabric and do everyuting what I sadi I would do before.

(And when we reach 1000...why, we can simply begin anew)

I fear she has left for a ranch somehwere? Perchance she may return soon and enlighten us...am I to assume she is no longer French? Unlike the Harlot in Scarlet MadameD

Yes! Tomorrow we shall be wed!!

Ahhh it shall be a joyus occasion I just know it.

I am not happy about my butterflies buggering off. Moths just will not have the same affect.

Gibbon, Memory floats back to me, dream like, in tantalising ribbons like cotton candy from a long forgotten summer of ferris eheels and such like....weren't you in fact with child by Captain Darcy, so lately frozen? Tomorrow we will unfreeze him and then, indeed, you may be wed.

(Am finding it slightly hard now in view of sympathies for your enceintedness)

MadameHully - are you colour-blind?

And please ignore my earlier interjection/lapse into unwonted memories. I am but a mere 102 years old babe, but such lapses do occur...

MadameGibbon - this is no time to let cobwebs gather in Miss Havisham-type fashion! Or we shall never be done!

Yes I am with child and it is indeed the fruit of the captains loins, oh sweet Hully I do hope you can forgive me! He is indeed a cad and one I will not marry. No. I shall settle for the effeminate chap with the small feet and manicured hands.

(I have a sense he'll be far better at helping around the house when the baby arrives)

Ahhh I feel a warmth between us that has escaped us thus far...and I too am smiling.

Alas I must retire to my chamber now and get some rest before the festivities tomorrow.

Goodnight my kindreds!

cats like plain crisps

And cheese othermother

I am here, waiting to be wed....oh where is my groom? I fear he has run off with an attending and left me stood here in my shame

Oh alas and alack, how I long to commence the nuptials...but even the most fleeting of moments is being stolen by RL and its incessant illness and demands. I shall tarry when I can...

Aww do hope DS is on the mend and the guests are a pleasure and helping out

Opps forgot name change tis the gibbon

(happy new nonsense human construct of time units)

We are all Miss Havisham now....

(and I am still guest and illness-ridden)

Oh! There is no one here!

Was it all a dream? I feel like Bobby Ewing in Dallas, stepping from the shower to discover twas but a nightfilm...and yet, it felt so real. I am sure I was to marry, and so many. And there were friends and ghosts aplenty...Ah well.

I can still dance. There will always be dancing. Alone again, naturaleeeee.....

La la la la

Hully dear you have returned!!

I have gone slightly mad (on account of being alone for so long) and am currently trying to decipher the chemical signaling mechanism between common house plants.

I do hope you are well rested and everyone dear to you is well x

I am restored from the freezer! (And a rather fetching blue colour, if I say so myself)

I would twirl my moustache, but it is strangely solid ...

Am recently Mormonised (I have pinched the term from elsewhere on this thread), but stand ready to Do My Duty by all those Fine Gels I have impregnated! The Seed of the CasaubonHenchards shall not go unacknowledged!

Tally ho, Gels!

I say! (slightly infected by Darcy's dashing turn of phrase)

Through yon window I spy Father Brown staggering up the drive, I believe he may have been postulating in the ha ha. At the very least we may marry dear Gibbon who grows apace to the dastardly Darcy, so lately (in both senses) showing signs of honour.

But oh! What of my own dear grooms? I do hope they are but in the stable, attending to their mares. I shall send the footman to espy.

(we are all better here, even the damn guests got sick and took to their beds...note to self: do not do Xmas again ever)

And dear Gibbon, I am delighted to hear you have been broadening your horticultural outlook. So befitting in a young bride.

Marry you Captain? After all you have done to us poor women? Leading us on only to be fooling the whole bally lot of us!

No sir. I will take my chances with the fetching (yet rather small and genteel handed) gentleman I am now betrothed to.

If I could only find him. I did hear took a stable hand around the back to show where the crops were kept but he has been a considerable time now?

Oh Hully it is wonderful to have you back, you were sorely missed make no mistake.

(you must rest now and recover from Christmas )

Gibbon, I fear the others are not so staunch of heart as we. I fear we have been deserted in large numbers, although a bouquet did arrive from dear Tether who is unable to join us owing to the size of the thread making her computer crash (whatever that means).

I have seen nothing of MissMinty or the Princessa about the other halls either. I do hope no ill has befallen them.

I think you are quite right in your attitude to the corpse of Captain Darcy. He has been an utter cad and we shall pop him straight back in the freezer and take up our tatting while we await the return of the strangely handed and Lieutenant Rampant from their lengthy stable dalliance.

Yes Hully, tis just us left standing I fear, I do hope we hear word that the others are ok soon.

Captain back in the ice box seems like a wonderful idea!

Oh Gibbon, dear. The regiment are returning from the manger! Ready yourself for we shall soon be brides! Such a pity our musicians disappeared too, we shall have to make do with the regimental budgie and the squeaking window.

Wonderful Hully dear!

Let us not tarry here, we must take to our chambers to prepare ourselves as I fear we do not look as bridal and pristine as we did.

Come, I shall lift your train and you balance my hair for me, I have pinned the now lifeless moths on place and fear they may fall out.