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)
Well, they are sitting in a draught, but happily playing chess.
I've done you a favour Milady.
Now having a little kip on the servants settee.
Flipping mushroom soup, no wonder I haven,t frequentely much lately
Perhaps we could fry some eggs now instead of boiling them in the morning. Walk out of the kitchen. Alarm goes off. Those gorgeous firemen come back. Lovely uniforms.