Happily Ever Afterlife.
June 20, 2008
“What is it this time,” tut-tutted Edna as the clash of steel
echoed from the parapet, “the choirmistress in Utah?”
“Fresh bloodstains on your Mother’s collar,” whispered Nanny Swedbourg,
distractedly ladling more starch into her tea.
~*~
June 20, 2008 at 12:41 pm
“Well, I certainly warned her to get a sharper razor,” bemoaned Edna, playfully swatting at her pet cicada.
June 20, 2008 at 12:54 pm
“I can see I’m going to have to take an early retirement,” snapped Benitez, lobbing a Remington from the ramparts.
June 20, 2008 at 1:41 pm
God. It’s sooooooo romantic. I’m even tempted to take my shovel to the cemetary again to see what I can dig up. *sigh*
June 20, 2008 at 2:24 pm
I know, dear. I’ve been feeling uncharacteristically smooshy and swoony, myself. Most unbecoming.
It’s probably just all that starch.
June 20, 2008 at 2:47 pm
Puts me in mind of the infamous pit-lane incident at the 1971 Saffron Walden Laundry Grand Prix: Drivers… starch your engines!
June 20, 2008 at 3:07 pm
Hush! That’s where Father was caught letting off steam with an iron maiden he claims was “just pressing his trousers.” Have you ever!
June 20, 2008 at 4:56 pm
I luv these people … If you ever chronicle all this in a book, put me at the top of the list for a copy. Priceless!!
Smooch,
The Tart
; *
June 20, 2008 at 5:37 pm
My dear, if you can get Penguin to offer me a book deal, I’ll dedicate the first 12 volumes to you. At least.
(And thank you, these people luv you too.)
June 20, 2008 at 8:46 pm
You’re feeling characteristically smooshy and swoony Mrs B? I would have thought starch would have the complete opposite effect. Although depends on what kind of tea it’s been drink-ed in I suppose. You and Kyk been trading secrets? :)
June 20, 2008 at 8:47 pm
And you can count me in on the book deal. You publish, I’ll buy. Or at least read it exhaustively in Exclusive Books :p
June 21, 2008 at 11:38 am
Parenthesis: Tea and Kyk are undoubtedly a winning combination, dear – but I’m more of a strumpet and male aficionado, myself. Er, crumpet and ale. Dammit, I like scones and beer, okay? With a little extra starch where it matters. :)
You, again? Thanks, P. I’m sure you could persuade Ten Miles to part with one of his vouchers, though – I’d hate to see you dragged from the Dan Brown display in handcuffs again. (So that’s, what, two more-or-less confirmed purchases? You know, this might just work…)
June 21, 2008 at 6:22 pm
Tea with starch. Ah-HA! The secret of the “stiff upper lip” revealed…
June 25, 2008 at 8:25 am
So it has nothing to do with getting one’s knickers in a knot, then? I’ll have to revise some of my insults.