As I am not sure whether her Ladyship has returned from her travels in New England, I am happy once again to invite you all to pop in.
There is a large selection of tailcocks on the side buffet table and some warm melton mowbrays pies straight from the aga. That should cheer us on a damp and chilly bank holiday weekend.
I feel turnout will be low tonight, so perhaps any donated items could go into a bran tub instead of the non raffle (that should appease the committee-whoever they are)
My small donation is
3 apostle spoons
and a jar of vegemite.
Yes Matron its a bit cool and damp over here today but typical for a bank holiday, though why banks need holidays I havent a clue since they are shut most of the time
Society my witty skills have been dulled by years of domestic duties am a poor replacement.. Milady is visiting the wonderful son and heir in Massachusetts.
Good evening everyone, I do hope there are some pies left, I'm feeling a bit peckish now. I've been waylaid on the Eurovision channel, never heard such bawling and catrwauling in all my life.
For the bran tub I've bought a bottle of Benedictine, made by monks doncha know, tastes awful, but someone might like it if you drown it in orange juice or somethink.
A tailcock would do nicely thank you.
yes miss meg the windmills turn in the wind and sends a vibration into the groun and the moles scarper quick. Didnt find a purse Im afraid just some loose change which, under the terms of my contract I must share with Matron
Good evening troops, I cannot stay long, I am just back from foreign parts so have just popped in so you can admire my suntan. Welcome wazza! How is we all?
Fabbo thank you all, we have come back completely rested out. I have a dromedary in the back yard, they did not have one-hump camels, it was either that or a donkey (of which there were many). Dromedaries are excellent as passenger vehicles but I forebore from a test ride. This may be one for his lordship when he returns....
You may Mamya, I have no personal knowledge of the camel family, only that our chauffeur referred to them (when we went to the camel shop) as "les dromedaires" in his impeccable French, so I have made a poor translation!