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

[Hullygully]

And it comes so soon upon the loss of poor Gerald, so recently squished upon the ballroom floor at Thornfield. Truly, her life is accursed by some malignant force....

Look! Tis Pegasus! He has popped over from Greek mythology as I am damned if I can find any suitable creatures in Egyptian, (and where is the indefatigable and never sleeping Mimi when you need her?) to aid us in our hunt for darling Nigel! See how he bends his regal head and paws the ground with his noble fetlock. Quick, scramble aboard.

And Gerald was my fecking hamster!

Perhaps Horus, in his Falcon aspect, might aid us?

Ah, yes, Gibbon, I'm sorry. But I'm sure Hully was most upset on your behalf!

well, yes

As we are still in the desert, perchance we will stumble across a new hamster for you, to help you get over he loss of Nigel.

Oh Gibbon! So many losses in such a short, yet bountiful life...Gerald, Captain Darcy, the Ambassdaor and now Nigel. You are a very model of womanly restraint and dignified suffering and an example to us.

My, it is a struggle to mount a wing-ed horse in a crinoline when there are no menfolk around to aid us. I hope no-one caught a flash of my bloomers.

Upsy daisy!

I suppose now is not the time to let you know I suffer from a fear of heights?

Ahh, All of those days spent riding as the Ambassadors request will pay off as I mount this mighty steed.

Now remember ladies, side saddle is just not possible at times like these. Fear not that you are losing your modesty, needs must.

(Admires bloomers from afar.)

Ladies, apologies for last night's drunken postings. I posted on another thread under a different name and was, perhaps, rather provocative. So only myself to blame, don'cha know.

Now. I am supposed to leave this thread in order to Get Orn Wiv My Life.

But you dear ladies make it so hard.....

(Gives all dear gels a boost up the camels. If you see what I mean.)

Yes, Darcy, but which one?? Want to read it..

Gibbon dear, you really are quite soggy. Do try to staunch the flow, Nigel will have need when we find him. Now, up up and away!

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!

You are right Hully dear, as luck would have it, being where we are muslin is readily available.

There that should stem the flow some what. Alas my bosom aches for my darling Nigel.

Onward pegasus! ONWARD!

Look at all the little people!

Have you opened your eyes yet widow? Tis truly a wondrous sight to behold!

Please, press me not to open my eyes, I feel an attack of the vapours coming on already!

But where are we going? I see that Pegasus begins to wheel and heads towards yonder mountain, I believe we may have reached the Sinai peninsula! I do hope dear Nigel has not been secreted in St Catherine's monastery...they are a fearsome lot and await a new Messiah..

(And sadly RL calls upon me too despite my wheedling and pleading)

When exactly were you impregnated, Gibbon? Do you remember it quite clearly, or is it a haze of bright light and annunciations?

(RL beckons me too )

Oh no widow dear I do remember, twas Darcy behind the shrubbery, in the main garden back at the hall.

I fear they may be disillusioned with regards to Nigel! Oh dear God what are we to do?

Ah, I'm afraid a very important kettle matter beckons me to the kitchen boardroom. Methinks the journey to the mountaintop may take a little while. Fortunately, secreted within the folds of my undergarments, I have a Travel Scrabble, for to keep us entertained until we arrive.

lol