To think we should have finished off the Queen of Huns?

[Hullygully]

Has anyone seen Nigel!

Thank you Molly, although you sound a little like a menu. I will have whichever potion contains the most nectar..

NIgel is in Mandarin immersion classes.

Of course. he must be weeks old by now! If he is ever going to get in that Maida Vale pre-pre-pre-prep...

yes, its baby tai chi and kumon astrophysics all the way....

We will save you from this infernal hothousing Nigel. One day soon we will escape this madness

This is hardly fair. Surely immortals do not get colds?

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(is it ok if I do that here? then some delicate mummahugs1234 innocently enquiring about ''my baybay's nose is running, could it be a cold'' won't cop my irritation and bile....

I do not believe Mt Olympus is doing us any good my dears. Perhaps we should pack up Nigel and find somewhere sunny with cocktails and bronzed youths bearing Vicks' Vaporub?

Oh yes. I don't believe the rarefied air is agreeing with our constitutions. Perhaps tis indeed time to grab Nigel and sally forth. But I doubt that Nigel will be handed over willingly. We may have to fight. Or have a cunning plan.

Wassup Moll?

And Bravo, Widow dear, for getting th elast post in on the "ic" thread.

and who pray is this Sally Forth creature?
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we could substitute young Nigel for a turnip wrapped in swaddling clothes? His complexion is such that none may notice the deception until we are long gone...

She is Firth's sister, of course.

I assumed she had three other siblings...

Well naturally there are also the twins: Go, and, damn, I always forget the other one's name. Oh yes: And So.

A turnip would suffice but Nigel is now a quire dramatic baby, prone to reciting and poetry and waves his hands most alarmingly. Can we train a turnip to achieve a reasonable imiation ofthis in time?
Perhaps a small animal would work better.As he recites in Madarin few will under stand - perhaps and oinking or bleating creature will buy us a few moments to make our escape?

(Did not Sally marry Mr With and become double barreelled)

Why thank you Hully, dear, I am most adept in such matters. Being of a strangely sad and obsessive nature I do in fact still have a window open on that thread, just in case any final bon mots occur.

Goodness, Dr Watson has just . I did not believe it was a gentleman's pursuit!

Alack, I too must sally. But I shall keep a keen eye for a suitable substitute - perhaps a bright-eyed capybara?

I've got a plan so cunning you could put a tail on it and call it a weasel.

Why don't I approach Zeus (tis market day Hera has gone to get some haddock, tis half price on the stall near the harp shop) and explain that I have seen the error of my foolish ways, I was wrong to spurn him and offer myself before him? While he is 'distracted' you dear friends, grab Nigel and away with him. I shall follow as soon as is able. Oh this has to work, I fear I may go mad if I stay here and see my boy changing so much longer!

It will be hard but the fruit of my womb needs me!

sadly that thread is sufficently sophonsified - that is to say, too full to accept anymore bon mots....

which is like, well annoying, innit?.