The thoughts of me and my dog who used to be Harvey, but is now George, who is Harvey's great-great-great-great-nephew.
Ooooooooooooooooh sounds very intriguing!
Whose? Ours or yours?
I'm not sure this is entirely fair. I'm with Mrs Nesbitt, of course, in that this is all very intriguing, but I can't help feeling rather excluded and out of the loop.Risk death, I say, and spill the beans. What's the worst that could happen? (Apart from death, obviously.)Kind (if baffled) regards etc...TPE
Very secretive... Did it involve any ritual sacrifies ither than dismembering some nice sandwiches?
How exciting! Did you have a midnight feast too?!
you aren't joining the.... (looks over both shoulders before continuing in a whisper) ... WI are you? :-)
Oh it is, mrs n.Mine, cherrypie.That is the point of a secret society, tpe: some people are left out ... (Thanks for visiting by the way.)Pasties, pints and chocolate cake were ferociously dismembered, jams.A most delicious chocolate cake, suburbia.No, you have to take your clothes off for that, furtheron.
I sure hope you're not doing seances and such...
I'm sending round one of my top torturers to get all the details out of you. He's got years of experience with Soviet triple agents so your secrets won't be secret for long. Ha!
where is the local WI?... ;-)actually doing things like that has had me banned from quiet a few places - there's a lovely chateau in France I'd best avoid after a midnight skinnydip in the duck pond... oh the old days... :-)
No, definitely not, leslie!I'm open to bribery with chocolate, nick.(taps nose), furtheron
You've become an Avon lady !Oh yes , and a Brocante is just a Flea-market . In Holland it just means a Flea-market with pretensions . But it was all very tasteful, designery and enjoyable .
I AM COMING TO INVESTIGATE THIS!Chocolate, eh? I think I can handle that.
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