Have you met Algernon, my Victorian husband? He was a lovely man, really - marvelous taste in tweeds, and blue eyes to die for.If it hadn't been for that unfortunate incident regarding Lady Garsington's footman, I think we might have made a go of it. Alas, 'twas not be. The last I heard, he was staying in Firenze at the Pensione Regina Vittoria...
I always adored Algernon's party tricks, particularly the one where he removed his tweed trousers and picked dining chairs up off the floor without the use of his hands.
ReplyDeleteSuch a talented man!
Lucky the footman that snagged any of that good stuff.
ReplyDeleteYour husband looks quite ideal.
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