International Incident at the Chalet School

[RueDeWakening]

Hear ye, hear ye! Gather ye hence, all angels (be-costumed with slightly tacky silver halos and suchlike) with your lark-like notes and prepare to dazzle us all with your charm.

No, not you Joan. Shop bought cake and cheap looks for you, my dear. See Matron for some milk on your way out.

I'd blanked out the Joan cover OK, that is definitely the worst!

I always found it a bit sad that Beth ended up as a Mother's Help to Joey when she had such a strong ambition to follow a career in horticulture when she was in school.
I also found it very annoying, in Chalet School Fete, when EBD constantly teased the reader about Beth's fiancé and then forgot to reveal who he was. The only clue was in a later book when someone asked 'Will Blossom be calling her 'aunt' now'.

Why are they wearing brown on the Joan cover?? Thought they should be in blue...

Maybe it's to counter-balance the Three Go cover with its premature blue tunics...

Nell I just read that as discreetly hinting that they got knocked up

Bonjour mes agneaux et bienvenue en normandie. So glad the parachute drop went smoothly - oh dear a broken ankle? Never mind, you must pop in and see Dr Reg (yes I know Dr Margot is a consultant orthopaedic surgeon but Joey says Dr Reg is so reliable). Dear Joey and family arrived last night and I invited lots of neighbours to meet her. She spoke to them in her prettily accented French, but sadly couldn't understand their Norman patois. She then got a just a little bit sulky because many of them are older than she is and have had more children. Oh dear. Never mind, she soon cheered up when they kindly pressed some 60% proof light country wine on her and with the natty continuous loop tape of Chalet School Nativity plays running in her earphone plait, she soon fell asleep.
So glad you had such fun humping the kapok (dear me Walzing Matilda is such a catchy tune isn't it). It looked wonderful from my bedroom window and I can't wait to hear how it was for you, but now I must rush off because my SLOC is taking me out for the day. So make yourselves at home, faîtes comme chez vous, le petit-déjeuner est sur la table and the neighbours will be back soon with lots of bottles without labels. Dr Margot will keep her dear Mamma topped up and will tell you all the gossip - which is just fascinating. I will be back this afternoon to carry on with the party.
A bientôt.

60% proof light country wine

All right, mes amies. We can serenade Emily again as she and SLOC leave the chateau. Ready? This is the note - loooooo.

Oh no! You've humped the kapok without me. Mrs Maynard bore me off to bath the babies and I couldn't get away. I wouldn't have minded, but the babies are 61 next birthday and they would squirm so as I tried to sponge their little toes. Still, Mrs Maynard set me right on a few things with the help of chicken feathers (I'm sure she nicked that plotline from a local vicar's Sunday sermon) and I'm now a sadder and wiser girl. Shop-bought cake to go with the light country wine, anyone?

Bonne anniversaire, EmilyAlice ma poppet.

With all this humping we will all be very busy with our hands full by the Spring.

Hasnt poor Margot married a doctor yet so she can give up all this silly medical nonsense and have babies just like dear Daisy.

Happy birthday dear Emily although if you get too excited your Sloc will have to give you that special milk again.

Happy Birthday, EmilyAlice !!

"Humping the Kapok, humping the Kapok, who'll go a-humping the Kapok with meeeee...."

Opens mouth and sings The Little Lord Jesus until everyone's eyes are wet.
(Urgh)
The moon was 'tipped over' on Monday night here, so I do get that one. A huge narrow crescent, but more horizontal than vertical.

Is there a transcript of Joey & Co, its one Ive never read.

Also do you think Anna would share the recipe for her delicious lemon biscuits? My dad is coming to stay and I feel like doing some baking.

I will look out for the moon tipping tonight although Will probably miss it as I don't have white hair, think guides was a crock and aren't generally afoot by 6am.

ThereIs

My love if you don't have a dumpy apple cheeked maid to bake these famous biscuits just stick to joeys famous lemonade. Cherry whiskers.

Make sure you set up the clock golf outside for your father so he can do manly things during his visit. No talking about sales of work or feminine things.

Damn. My flight was grounded in Dublin due to fog. And I was so looking forward to dear Joey finally getting to be the centre of attention. She is normally so reticent, always hanging back and allowing others to have the limelight.

Ahhh! Is that what a tipping moon is? In that case, I saw the moon tip every night when I was in Egypt, so presumably it predicts blazing sunshine, yes? I may yet become weather-wise!

Thereis you're in luck my lamb. Joey and Co is among the transcripts. Leader isn't, incidentally, so I've just really stupidly bought it, even though I understand it's meant to be crap, because I MUST READ IT.

Loving the image of mornington having to bathe the 61yo babies. Has it reformed you, my lamb? Have you come to realise what a very kind and understanding person dear Mrs Maynard is, and broken down and told her all of your problems?

I'm still humping away joyfully... May be something to do with all the calva... Hic!

Inspired by Marcipex's beautiful singing I've now donned my Baby Pict costume and I'm ready to stage a battle with the Baby Angles on Emily's front lawn. Winner gets the rest of the calva. Loser gets a shop-bought swiss roll.

Is there any brandy in the house my loves in case of near drownings, cliff falls, lightning strikes, storms, train crashes or those 2 hour faints.

We may need up rub our pulses and temples with all this humping.

Thank you all for birthday wishes (had a lovely day out in Granville, didn't visit it today but the Dior museum is fab if you like posh frocks).
Glad you all had a lovely time. I am sure it won't take too long to collect the bottles, repair the lawn and dispose of the remains of the baby Angles (I can probably find some Normans to help with that).
Poor Joey may take a little longer to restore, but we will do our best.

Ah. Brandy. Yes. Vile stuff.

Glad you've had a lovely anniversaire, cherie!

Hope your SLOC bought you some tasteful lime green birthday gifts at the Dior souvenir shop, Emily. The moon is now tipping merrily. I'm sure this betokens a blazing hot day tomorrow, and has nothing at all to do with the empty brandy and calva bottles lined up on the kitchen table.

I have thrilling news for anyone feeling a little bit flat after all the kapok-humping excitement. I was just browsing the GGBP site and see that a new filler has just been published. Has anyone read any others by this author? Would you recommend?

omg the moon is tipping I see it. I see it

A floods coming.

And the hills look like they're cut out of cardboard. Well, they're not quite hills because this isn't Tyrol and I can only see rooftops from my window, but they're cardboard. And tipping. I think I may have overdone it on the light country wine. Jolly good birth-morn, sweeting!

mornington was it you who read 'Wanted, An English Girl' recently? Because Adrianne Fitzpatrick is credited as writing the foreword to the copy of that I looked at on Amazon, if that helps you decide what you think about the fill-in?

I think I will probably buy it at some point while it's in print, since the price will only go up thereafter.
I'm actually not keen to read it too urgently, personally, because it basically constitutes semi-canon of a (fairly minor) character I've spent time recently building into one of my own for gloriously, cheaply slashy purposes and I don't want that to interfere until I'm finished, if that makes any sense.

The short answer is I think you should buy it and provide us with a considered review. But I probably will, early-ish next year.

Has anyone read the Muller Twins fill-in? Or Deira? On the same grounds about there being sense in buying it while it's in print, I'd be glad for any recommendations!

Awful English in that first sentence. Miss Annersley will slay me.