Friday, July 17, 2009

Somewhere in Time

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...


  1. 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.

    Such a talented man!

  2. Lucky the footman that snagged any of that good stuff.

  3. Your husband looks quite ideal.