(Dear IPOATthe Fourth, that a happy ending is altogether unlikely?

[Hullygully]

Or not?

Come here young maiden and let me help you with your corsetry, you can't slummox about like that. Stand on that stool there, yes, over the bucket which happens to be by it, that's the way.

Eureka! Right, you can get down and get back to the tatting.

Where do you go to my pretty maid la la..

You talk like Marlene Dietrich, and you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire...oops! Wrong song!

your clothes are all made by Balmain
you've diamonds and summit in your hair...(possibly maiden juice?)

Quoth the maiden, 'Nevermore.'

A goodly haul..

Hmmm. Where are you going to keep them? Do we need to empty the cellar? What are we going to do with all that anachronistic white polyester? I do not feel it can be tatted.

Umami, if you branch out from Cluedo to Monopoly, you may find a hotel or two in which to keep them?

Oh, dear ladies, just send them up here!

Quick! To the milking stalls!

The Sheikh does like to have a harem in every port.

Am missing the olives and the good red wine. So can only say

Hurrah, darling Sheikh, we have a set, although it id not take as long as I might have hoped.

Umami, Whitechapel does not with Northumberland Ave and Pall Mall belong!

You mean Whitehall! But I have now swooped on this and claimed it as my own!

oh, I love numberwang!

THREE! NUMBERWANG!

You are correct! It must have been more the general 'feeling' of Whitechapel that confused me, bearing in mind my current activities!

That's numberwang!

Minus seventeen.

Forty seven.