Once more the drawbridge is down and I am throwing the doors open to you all. Her Ladyship is a little delayed - no doubt high tea has developed into an evening soiree, such is the way with the aristocracy. However I did not want anyone to be waiting outside in this chill damp air.
The buffet sideboard is as usual laden with delights and I have a huge pot of freshly made wild mushroom soup on the Aga.
This week's guest Tailcock is the 'Biker-boot' a real kick-start to the night and does 0-60 erm, very quickly.
My contribution to the Rofl:
4 rolled up newspapers
Empty cookie tin (model of a tractor)
2 pairs of fishnet pop sox (one lilac one lime)
I think, just in case, we'd better pull up the drawbridge and settle in to the grand hall with the food and drink.
Someone can check on the animals tomorrow....
Evening to to you all. My tardiness is inexplainable (actually watching Robbie Savage rather later than planned).
For the rifle I have brought: A Picture of Dorian Grey. A dragon's tooth and half a sack of ericaceous compost.
A Biker-boot would be joyously received. I remember ruining one of a pair of beautiful white kid stilettos whilst cornering at too much of an angle on the pillion of a fabulous motor bike!
Memo to self, never let daughter or grandaughter know.