Autumn Term at the Chalet School

[Vintagejazz]

Just starting a new thread here as I can't spot a new one.

So my lambs feel free to keep spreading the hanes, but watch the slang!

Coming out of lurkation now I have started reading them again.

Just reading a Future CS girl as I think its one Ive only read once and noticed one of the Maynard boys (Charles?) spotting some Juniper bushes thats juniper, Anna makes a tisane out of the berries

Yes I bet she fucking does, she couldnt cope with life with Joey otherwise.

It has also occurred to me that if it had been rl Id have been adopted as a Bettany / Maynard ward due to odd childhood.

Belsornia is in Greater Ruritania as any fule kno. Ruritania, variously bordered by the Illyrian states, is characterised by happy, contented peasants who would do anything for their beautiful, kind rulers (usually princesses or duchesses who fetch up in a boarding school somewhere in disguise). The peace is only shattered once in a generation, by an evil distant relation who attempts to steal the throne, but is thwarted by the faithful retainer of beautiful, kind princess/duchess. Said faithful retainer is often a decent, British sort. Oh, and servants adore their employers and would gladly lay down and die for them.

Wanted, An English Girl confused me at first by being Luxembourg, because that's not part of Ruritania. It's too far north.

Me for the summer house. It's never too early to party. Besides which I think it's German day, beastly language, so escape is called for. I'll just touch up my make-up and I'll be along. Coming, Nell?

I am in. Just dusted my face with a touch of powder as Joey told me that if I use it I must apply it properly. Remember Betty Wynne Davies looking a vulgar little sight!

Thereis oh so Anna makes those sorts of tisanes? I reakon she controlled Joey by drugs every now and then.

Bet she would have loved to knock Jack out and give him a vasectomy. Wonder when Joey tells her for the fucking millionth time she's going to be busy/hands full, she goes into the kitchen and swears over those lemon biscuits.

I will bring some raw bacon as a Prussian told me it was tasty.

Party In the summer house! Must get baking when I find find some more of Matey's special milk!

I'm not sure about perm rollers on my hair though. Although I think Joey might say I was being unfair to others as they have to look on me. Ds (he's 7yo) was being so sweet brushing my hair, so I agreed he might trim a tiny bit off the side of my fringe. And he trimmed the edge off so nicely I had no worry about him doing the otherside. Which he did with more enthusiasm so I have half a fringe on one side and a spiky remnant on the other.
He said with great satisfaction "That's much better, you look beautiful!"

I'm just telling people my hairdresser did it (she's a friend of mine).

DeWee my lamb I hope your hair doesn't make you look haggish or Joey will talk. Madge may also need to talk to you tactfully about your fashion sense who knows.

Your ds sounds a delightful little chap although I fear he may now need up be amongst boys if he's doing your hair! We all know boys shouldn't be bothered doth female things.

Get your dh to teach him clock golf immediately and go on a tour of an engineering works.

Oh and if he has a twin ignore her at once.

DS 'trimmed' a little girl's hair in P1, bless his cottons. Not maliciously you understand, he was actually physically reasoning from cause to effect.

In true CS style his teacher decided not to share this information with the little girl's DM as 'her hair is so curly, no-one will notice and it will all be fine.'

God I luffed that teacher. Not in a soppy way you understand, we don't have that here.

Loving both hairdressing DSs! And also loving the idea of Anna, all rosy happy-peasant-cheeks and merry low-German terms of endearment, gathering juniper berries with the Maynard "brats" and counting down the hours til she can get back to her home brew...

Ha ha my dd cut her little friend a fringe.

This little friend you understand was a pfb and her mother the sort that anti backed her dds hands every time she fussed our cat and sent her to French classes for 4 year olds.

I had been drinking a glass of wine and happily ignoring them both.

I suggested she take her to Herr Alfren in Spartz who had done such. Good job on Frieda's hair ( might have that name wrong) but anyway she wouldn't listen and flounced off home.

Ooh, late to the party, hope I haven't missed much!

Dear little Belsornia is not far from Italy, close enough for your equerry to drive you there from Padua. But it also manages to border Turkey and Austria so may not be so little after all. This geography explains why my native language is a mix of Italian, Greek and Russian .

I hope Anna doesn't get too pissed as she won't make it up that ladder or indeed be up to pull lettuces at 5am just in case there's an expedition planned.

thebody I wonder if she routinely used heiliges wasser for the final rinse on pfb's hair?

And on the contrary I firmly hope Anna is completely pissed, otherwise she won't make it up that ladder or indeed be up to pull lettuces at 5am!

Hmm, Elisaveta, maybe dear little Belsornia is in fact the whole of Ruritania... apart from the dear little corner which is in fact Mirania, of course.

Ooh, just remembered I've got a contraband book we can read in the summerhouse while waiting for our perms to set! I'm off to fetch it from my hatbox. Coming, Nell?

Is Ruritania real, like?

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ruritania

Excellent, partaaaaay! I shall bring some of Anna's juniper tisane, then - all this discussion of it has encouraged me to go and snaffle some from her pantry.

Thursday isn't German day, Mornington, is it? I think c'est la journee Francaise aujourd'hui. L'allemande est sur des lundis et des mercredis, pas des jeudis.

Nell, is the contraband book Contraception and how to use it?

Bonjour mes agneaux! Voilà je suis. Bisous, bisous, bisous (every gathering in our French village starts with twenty minutes promiscuous kissing, normally while you wait outside the restaurant in the freezing cold).
I have lots of Calva here, so I am bringing that and according to the neighbours you can rub it on a wound, give it to babies to make them sleep (no longer recommended), dip a sugar lump in it or just drink it. The traditional accompaniment here is rice pudding, but I thought you might prefer a tarte aux pommes.
Tu viens, Nell?

nell

oh goody goody I have on my extra frilly petticoat. I found it after that awful Prussian, the one who hated our dear Mrs Maynard, suddenly left the school.

Can we just well play loud music, dance without partners and get pissed? I met a girl from a council school last time we were at penny Rest, her mother was a cleaner and they ate peas off their knives.

Anyway she said that's what they did at her school parties.

No progressive games or indeed Any hilarious games invented by Maynard.

Sounds mouldy but shall we try it?

Ah but that doesn't exclude apple bobbing, find-your-own-shoes or set-your-frilly-petticoat-on-fire, does it?

Maybe we could think up a new game involving eating peas off knives...

I am sure there is a a very clever game with a burnt cork and a board...that might be fun to play.....

Oh good idea.

On that note does anyone have one iota of an idea what joeys hilarious game of aeroplanes entailed? It in loved much holding of arms and swinging your partner while talking about plane parts?

Also the equally hilarious book reviews that was so funny Chaz rolled over in mirth?

I am obviously not wise in my generation.

Mind not jumping over any candles in this frilly thing as that didn't end well.

How about some nice tableaux? I'm sure Matey won't mind us borrowing our gentian-spattered cubey curtains for costumes!

I always assumed the aeroplane game was similar to fruit salad, where you move about if your fruit is mentioned and all swap if you say fruit salad. But i may be wrong...

But book reviews is great fun! I taught it to my brothers, and our best one was "Granny Smith did a massive poo, or The Hypothetical Toilet Training Manual", and the author was a two-year-old we know! (Probably not the kind of humour a true Chaletian would appreciate, but we found it funny.

On the subject of hair based confessions, my friend decided to cut her own fringe because she couldn't be bothered to wait for it to grow out (we were in Y6, so you would've thought she should've known better by then, but then she was the same child who went on a hunger strike at lunchtime because the lunchtime supervisor wouldn't give her a straw for her juice. No one noticed.) and she ended up with a tiny bit of stubble on her forehead. She looked ridiculous until it grew back.

I had to walk home from the station in the pouring rain last night, which made me think that it never would've happened if I was a Chaletian. We would have sheltered in a barn, or a cowherd's hut, or been given a lift by a doctor. Or at least when I got home, there would have been Matron or a doctor to get my dry clothes and order me to bed... Instead I had my brother ask me to help him with his homework almost before I stepped through the door!

I also, having just finished Carola , had a long ponder about the appropriateness or otherwise of various people undressing ill/unconscious girls. Doctors are forever stripping people off, and bathing them, whereas in Island , Kester Bellever puts a shirt on Annis, and then Cherry undresses her underneath, because of course it would be very inappropriate for the Bird Man paedophile to see a child naked. And then when Carola jumps in the lilly pool after the small child, which ever teacher is with them gets all the other girls to form a circle around her whilst she undresses her looking inwards or outwards? , but yet Peggy gets them to all come out of their cubicles in various states of undress, and no one bats an eyelid.

I think too much about this, don't I?