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?

Cheese and plants? why have you any of the elusive 'cheese plants' people speak of? I have heard they grow huge

I shall miss these halls though what memories....

Now Gibbon dear, you must try to contain yourself. You are becoming altogether unhinged in your strange lusts.

I am alarmed, there appears to be no place for the postillion. Surely we are not to travel sans postillion? We have our reputations to think of.

ma chere, the postilions will not travel in zee basket wiz us! they hang off the bottom like all good servants....

chocks away!

Bienvenue a Paradis!

Oh! I am ever so disorientated by the abrupt and unexpected balloon journey that we have just undergone..

But how lovely it is! And how hot! I will have to loosen my stays. Perhaps one of the young lightly-clads might be prevailed upon?

How do you fare dear Gibbon (and we must assume Tether is also with us)?

voila! here is Didier!

have you come to inspect our limbs, cher didier?

Look, Gibbon dear, he will help you to see the wood for the trees. And look at how broad his shoulders are and how muscled his chest! Perhaps he could show you Mimi's garden? I expect everyone else around here has seen it.

Now, I would like the help of that dark pouting one over there. Take my valise to my chamber and await my stays.

Well, i'm here but I only have five mins (before meeting) and you had better not make me eat snails.

Why can I smell cheese ? [eyes watering]

Why Minty! How lovely to see you It's Mimi - her feet. Typical French no washing slattern.

AARGH have to go - au revoir

ah non! Tis the preparations for tonight's wine and cheese party! I 'ave invited all the most eligible gentlemen of the area to meet you lovely ladeez! And the waiters aren't bad too...Didier! stop poking MadameGibbon weez lavender stalks and put on your uniform...va s'y!

How very exciting! Perhaps some of them will even be alive! How different from our old life at the Hall. And yet, I feel an odd and occasional hankering for the vasty cold spaces and endless dancing. Mayhap we will have a quadrille this evening!

I must go and find the lissom youth and ask him to work upon my undergarments with his slender and supple digits.

fear, not MadameHully, I 'ave a magnificent ballroom, and my gardens are transformed into a twinking wonderland at night, where hidden string quartets add to the perfumed night air with gentle serenades....

Lightweight. When you think what lengths we had to go to in the Hall...ah well! What can one expect from these furriners?

And are we not to lunch? Tis ages since my breakfast posset.

Luncheon awaits you in the small dining room, served on, and by, buff young waiters...

I fancy a bit of that but I still couldn't eat snails even if they were seved on buff young waiters.

Well, I shall come into luncheon with loosened stays and beating heart. I do hope there will be tripe.

No snails, ma chere, simply tiny nibbles of ambrosial necter, and some cumberland sausages and mash for the more heffer-like hearty amongst you...

Antoine! stop oiling your pecs and escort MadameHully to the smaller dining room! I shall join you anon.

Cumberland sausages eaten off buff young men may lead to confusion I feel.

just a little amuse bouche!

Madame with these amuse bouche you are really spoiling us !

So this is life in la belle France! Such unbridled sauciness - and before the luncheon hour! (My, we got here quickly in that their balloon).

Oh la! What a fine selection of pork products lies before me. I hardly know how I shall choose!

because the cheese tables are being prepared in the large dining room....

we pride ourselves on our pork products 'ere...