Monday, May 12, 2014

Meanwhile, at the Hunting Lodge


Sir Edgar paused for a moment, staring out into the rainy garden.

Lord fforbes-Wafflington's suggestion was not wholly unexpected - nor for that matter entirely unwelcome - but the mechanics of it all still seemed more than a little enigmatic. What, he wondered, could he have meant by "a jolly novel use for the Dowager Countess's reticule"?
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  1. JonMay 13, 2014 at 2:43 AM

    "A HAAAAND-BAG?!"
    Jx

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    1. JonMay 13, 2014 at 7:09 AM

      PS Happy Birthday sweetie! (You and Bea Arthur - Bosum Buddies...)
      Jx

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  2. UnknownMay 13, 2014 at 4:39 AM

    Reminds me of Edward Gorey's "well set-up young man from the village"...

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  3. The MistressMay 13, 2014 at 6:53 AM

    Is this all part of your birthday celebrations?

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  4. AnonymousMay 13, 2014 at 7:45 AM

    MJ sent me.
    Happy Birthday, Muscato.

    To answer Edgar's question: A game of "grab the sack" ?

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  5. normadesmondMay 13, 2014 at 9:14 AM

    might casey kasem be inside your birthday cake?

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