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?

Ah I have recovered without the aid of smelling salts, my sincere apologies, the sight of the plants, cheese and men caused me to come over all unnecessary.

So we are here!! and what a sight! I am most relieved to have brought my fan collection, I think I may need cooling often.
MadameD you have a wonderful place here, makes me wonder why you would ever leave and head to England's rainy shores?

Did you wonder that at all Hully?

Mmm Hmmm.

'tis true, alas!

I was a spy for none other than Napoleon Bonaparte! 'E sent me to England to entice military secrets from zeez blabbermouthed military men!

Zen I met ze adorable Count, 'ow could I machinate against the man I pulled loved?

Tragiquement the Count perished in the troika on our way back to ze Hall! Unable to reveal my grief, I resolved to return to my native land, and rescue zee lovely ladees!

OK?

Pass me a sausage.

Wonderful, now that is sorted I can binge nibble on a cocktail or two.

I knew she was perfidious, but one can forgive a lot for such wondrous and satisfying and, most importantly, warm sausages.

I am a firm believer in warm sausage....

And I MadameD, and I.

Oh very heaven! How easily we are seduced into these French ways of ease and pleasure. It took but a simple sausage.

I believe I spy a monastery up yonder. I think a bracing walk and penance before dinner would do much to shrive our laxness. Perchance some of the yong lightly-clads might care to accompany us?

Ah, yes , Padre Brun resides there weez eez band of merry brothers...

But of what the cheez and wine reception? the Ambassador of Monte Carlo will be arriving soon....!

Have no fear, Mimi! With my intake of warm sausage I shall simply bound there and back and having lit a few candles, feel duly shriven. I will be back in time for the reception.

I have always longed to meet Padre Brun, I knew his brother, you know. Is not the Padre famous for self-chastisement?

And will there be Ferrero Rocher at the reception? I do so love a gold wrapped ball.

Indeed there shall...I have young maidens wrapping the balls in gold as we speak..

but I must warn you all of zee banditos who roam zeez hills! Mustachio'd monsters, they take no prisoners! Or even if they do, you will never be the same...

Also, the pirates from the Barbary Coast are a menace, my guards are always on the alert

(gone a bit Angelique there, tant pis!)

The walk sounds like a splendid idea. It will do us the world of good and heaven knows we need some goodness these days.

Onward!

Pray, take these fine duelling pistols wiz you! I could not 'ave it on my conscience if zee banditos captured you!

Oh Gibbon, this mountain is steeper than it looked, although how lovely are the scents of sage and lavender and other Mediterranean things. But what is that strange and ominous rustling in yonder bush?

AAAgggh!!! Gibbon, Tis a moustachioed bandito and his cronies, their eyes gleaming with evil intent. Where did we put the duelling pistols?

what 'ave we here! Ha ha ha!

A fine demoiselle! I shall 'ave much amusemente wiz you 'ere I demand a king's ransome for your return, Zut, but you are a fine wench!

Oh! Tis Barbarossa himself - but how strange sir that you speak French when you hail from North Africa and are Muslim. Such are the vagaries of our tongues, mayhap you had a French nurse?

Oh sir, pray do not harm us, we are but two pallid English gels on our way to seek penance. Would you not prefer to accompany us to a villa laden with riches and lax morals where you may sate your many and varied appetites?

You mistake me madame! I am a Provencal bandit! You refer to my brothers in crime the Barbary Coast Pirates!

And if you don't zip that pretty lip I shall indeed sell you to mon ami barbarossa bound for the slave markets of Tangier!

Ha ha ha ha!

Damn! May I offer you a hot frog's leg then? My friend's villa offers everything for all tastes, even the most outlandish and piratical.

And I have a disease.

I spit in the eye of disease!

You please me strangely, here, let me discover what lurks beneath this fabricked armour!

Sell us? Why how very dare you! You're nothing but a thieving, vagabond cad sir and I demand you unhand my darling friend and let us go!

We have afternoon tea and a thrilling game of charades to attend.

Help! help!

Oh Gibbon, you have found and fired the pistol! Bravo! And now I lie pinned on the ground beneath his bleeding and sweaty weight.

Help!

Dearest Hully do not fear, I shall lever his weight off of you with this branch

why this must have come from a huge tree

ahem, as I was saying, I shall lever his weight off of you and we shall make our escape back down the hill...

Thank you Gibbon dear. Yes, we shall return to the villa for the reception and the gold wrapped balls. Gibbon, are you going to take the branch with you, dear? The Ambassador may find it a little odd, even if he is French.

Oh, I must rest.

What infamy occurs here?

Dear Ladies! I was on my way to MimitheMinxes reception (she has a way with fondue that can stir the dimmest soul) when I heard your dulcet cries!

Ah, this cad, I know him well

Come ladies, let me escort to you safety, where a glass of restorative ratafia shall be procured!