There is another Clarissa you know. Sadly Mrs Pouncer and Daphne have decided to scarper but not - Daphne assures me - together. I blame twitter and face book an all that rubbish!
Achilles, I am back. Restored. However, I fear for your health. Your tone seems uncharacteristically peevish. I sense that you have let something get on top of you; that the twin peaks of exigency and aspiration have quite literally swelled up before you; that your expansionism has sprung out of control. Am I even close?
As always, Scarlet my lovely, you have hit the nail on its shiny little head. An excellent question! I shall mull it over with a restorative Moscow Mule. How I love the smell of ginger in the morning. Smells like VICTORY! Ax
Savannah, please tell me no. Vamoosed in a caboose? Well I never! She left no message, just a lingering evocation of Elizabeth Arden and consulate cigarettes.
Kim I remember her in all the old familiar places. The filing cabinet is however a new one even for me. I do have a strong recollection of a creaking elevator with buttons in Braille with a blind eavesdropping operator at RNIB central. Did I dream that too?
Pat, facebook is a curse upon us all. Very soon, in fact once my skin serum takes effect, I shall open my own facebook page. I will have to anyway, because I’m starting a bride import business (Maroon International Matrimonial Imports) or MIMI. Overweight private pilots are my demographic. Demand is high.
Inkspot I wouldn’t say but you are right! Terrrrible state of affairs. Last thing I remember was Clarissa coaxing me to eat just one more of her fabulous hand crafted chocolates. I didn’t even feel the floor.
Lous DOES seem a nice chap and how welcome to have somebody who speaks my language. Boots and fans: perfect, utterly utterly perfect.
Daphne I heartily agree. Standing up is overrated; even the young of our great nation have grasped this concept. I believe that everyone should have a nap around four (1600). Preferably with good company. Wonderful.
Clarissa! Fabulous to see you again. May I say here and now, in front of these good people, that as God is my witness, I DO NOT have your credit cards. If you remember, you were the last to have them, when you sprang the Yale on that suite (the one on which the manager refused our upgrade). That much I remember, and my expansionism of course. Your company brings on an expansion in me that is truly adiabatic, isentropic and irreversible. It should be in all the text books. AHK
Are they (MMs)not made with lashings of ginger beer? For once, I was not trying to be funny. I didn't want to say the smell of vodka, and ginger beer is rhyming slang, so I stopped at ginger and landed myself in it somehow. Here, have a small glass of sherry and I'll say no more about it. Mr Luos looks teetotal to me. Hell mend him. Ax
Your ramblings are incontinent, Achilles. I am aglow with mulled wine at the moment. Scarlet, haven't you something better to do on a Sunday afternoon than pijaw with Dr Maroon? You know FULL WELL how a mule is made. In fact, did not our delightful waiter at Joe Allen address you as Vodka & Ginger?
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This is a very good question!
Sx
she seems to have vamoosed, sugar! xoxo
Have you looked in all the usual places? In the filing cabinet, next to the microwave, on the table by the front door?
There is another Clarissa you know. Sadly Mrs Pouncer and Daphne have decided to scarper but not - Daphne assures me - together. I blame twitter and face book an all that rubbish!
Same day as a week ago.
Badoom, tisssh!
*ack*
Luos seems like a nice chap. What's he drinking?
SX
no clue, scarlet, but there does seem to be some sort of thread in his commentary...
xoxo
Achilles, I am back. Restored.
However, I fear for your health. Your tone seems uncharacteristically peevish. I sense that you have let something get on top of you; that the twin peaks of exigency and aspiration have quite literally swelled up before you; that your expansionism has sprung out of control.
Am I even close?
I think Luos is close Mrs P... what do y'reckon Sav?
Sx
I haven't gone, either. Just having a lie down.
As always, Scarlet my lovely, you have hit the nail on its shiny little head. An excellent question! I shall mull it over with a restorative Moscow Mule. How I love the smell of ginger in the morning. Smells like VICTORY!
Ax
Savannah, please tell me no. Vamoosed in a caboose? Well I never! She left no message, just a lingering evocation of Elizabeth Arden and consulate cigarettes.
Kim I remember her in all the old familiar places. The filing cabinet is however a new one even for me. I do have a strong recollection of a creaking elevator with buttons in Braille with a blind eavesdropping operator at RNIB central. Did I dream that too?
Pat, facebook is a curse upon us all. Very soon, in fact once my skin serum takes effect, I shall open my own facebook page. I will have to anyway, because I’m starting a bride import business (Maroon International Matrimonial Imports) or MIMI. Overweight private pilots are my demographic. Demand is high.
Inkspot I wouldn’t say but you are right! Terrrrible state of affairs. Last thing I remember was Clarissa coaxing me to eat just one more of her fabulous hand crafted chocolates. I didn’t even feel the floor.
Lous DOES seem a nice chap and how welcome to have somebody who speaks my language. Boots and fans: perfect, utterly utterly perfect.
Daphne I heartily agree. Standing up is overrated; even the young of our great nation have grasped this concept. I believe that everyone should have a nap around four (1600). Preferably with good company. Wonderful.
Clarissa! Fabulous to see you again.
May I say here and now, in front of these good people, that as God is my witness, I DO NOT have your credit cards.
If you remember, you were the last to have them, when you sprang the Yale on that suite (the one on which the manager refused our upgrade). That much I remember, and my expansionism of course.
Your company brings on an expansion in me that is truly adiabatic, isentropic and irreversible. It should be in all the text books.
AHK
Enough of the Ginger, Dr Maroon otherwise I'll be offering my restorative mules to the nice Mr Luos...
Sx
Are they (MMs)not made with lashings of ginger beer? For once, I was not trying to be funny. I didn't want to say the smell of vodka, and ginger beer is rhyming slang, so I stopped at ginger and landed myself in it somehow. Here, have a small glass of sherry and I'll say no more about it.
Mr Luos looks teetotal to me. Hell mend him.
Ax
Your ramblings are incontinent, Achilles. I am aglow with mulled wine at the moment. Scarlet, haven't you something better to do on a Sunday afternoon than pijaw with Dr Maroon? You know FULL WELL how a mule is made. In fact, did not our delightful waiter at Joe Allen address you as Vodka & Ginger?
Cave!
Clarissa, how fortunate because I was just going to mention that other hangover cure.
Mulled wine eh, festive.
AHK
seems those of us on this side of the pond have some serious imbibing to to catch up with all y'all! xoxoxo
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