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Post by ladystargazer on Jul 31, 2007 10:44:06 GMT 1
Good morning, everyone. Hermione Witterington-Stargazer here, I hope I find you all well. As you seem to enjoy a bit of chit-chat I thought I'd fill you in a tad about life at Stargazer Towers.
This morning I left the hice by the south door and did my usual morning perambulation arind the grinds. The sun was shining, the birds singing and Summer seems to have turned its blessed gaze upon us at last.
Later on His Lordship caught me in the pelargoniums - dashed painful, that - and we went to check on the plastic house. It should have been a glasshouse but the wretched bank manager vetoed the purchase. His Lordship says the bank manager is nothing but a da**ed mountebank (I don't agree. He's never even been near Canada) and a gigolo. But, 'hey-ho' I don't mind that - we all need a good gigolo in these depressing times.
Well, I must go, We've got the new neighbours - June and Jerry Attrick, lovely couple - coming over for lunch and I have to see to the petit fours and check the gin. Frightfully nice talking to you.
Cheerio
H W-S
There may be more inconsequential ramblings from the, entirely fictional, Hermione Witterington-Stargazer at some future date.
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Post by Sleepy on Jul 31, 2007 11:10:39 GMT 1
Oh Hermione, what a delightful insight into a day of your life! Well, a bit of it anyway. And it's so nice to have a lady here!!! Good morning, everyone. Hermione Witterington-Stargazer here, I hope I find you all well. As you seem to enjoy a bit of chit-chat I thought I'd fill you in a tad about life at Stargazer Towers. This morning I left the hice by the south door and did my usual morning perambulation arind the grinds. The sun was shining, the birds singing and Summer seems to have turned its blessed gaze upon us at last. Later on His Lordship caught me in the pelargoniums - dashed painful, that - and we went to check on the plastic house. It should have been a glasshouse but the wretched bank manager vetoed the purchase. His Lordship says the bank manager is nothing but a da**ed mountebank (I don't agree. He's never even been near Canada) and a gigolo. But, 'hey-ho' I don't mind that - we all need a good gigolo in these depressing times. Well, I must go, We've got the new neighbours - June and Jerry Attrick, lovely couple - coming over for lunch and I have to see to the petit fours and check the gin. Frightfully nice talking to you. Cheerio H W-S There may be more inconsequential ramblings from the, entirely fictional, Hermione Witterington-Stargazer at some future date. |
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Post by sweetleaf on Jul 31, 2007 11:31:57 GMT 1
Excellent! its so nice to know you better... seems to me we`ve found another soul-mate !  |
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Post by ladystargazer on Aug 12, 2007 11:10:02 GMT 1
Hello again, everyone, Hermione Witterington-Stargazer here.
Well, I'm sat on the terrace drinking my morning gin coffee listening to the bells of St. Stoneybroke (the Patron Saint of the Witterington-Stargazers) drifting over the water meadow. This used to be the horse paddock until the recent floods - there might still be a horse in there, I must get his Lordship to check.
Anyway, whilst you were off gallivanting to Barnsdale, yesterday, we had our annual Witterington Parva carnival and fete.
Friends, you missed a treat. The carnival floats were a riot of colour and much imagination had been expended upon them. The local WI's theme of Poverty in the1960's was much admired as was the Autumn View retirement home's ' Beatniks and Hippies' but I did think Brown Owl (Sally Arctik-Monquay) had gone a bit too far with her Brownies pole-dancing effort. I thought they meant Maypole dancing but his Lordship assures me it wasn't.
The fete was very well supported. It was opened by that well-endowed young gel from off the local TV news, Anna Nouncer. The landlords from the Rat-eyed Ferret, Sid and Jim Khana (yes, I know, but it's legal now you know, they even had a civil service - if you know what I mean) ran the beer tent so well it didn't go dry until lunchtime.
Mr. and Mrs. Pipes and their son Dwain ran the tombola, his lordship won a bottle of green nail polish on the bottle stall and the vegetable marquee (marquee? I've seen bigger tents at the local Scout Hut!) was a hive of interest all day. The winner of the exotic vegetable category was a rutabaga - now, I always thought that was an American mobile home - and much hilarity was expressed at Alf Treadmill's entry in the 'naughty vegetable' category.
I pursuaded his Lordship to get the old Humber out of the garage to take us to the village. He grumbled a bit at this saying it was only a hundred yards. 'But, Arbuthnot', I said - I always call him Arbuthnot; I don't know why. It's not his name - 'people expect the Gentry to arrive in style'. It was nice driving in the old car again but I'd forgotten the problems involved with a stick shift. Ho-hum.
So, a jolly good day was had by all and I'm delighted to hear you enjoyed your little jaunt, too.
Must dash - old Ted's stuck in the Dovecote again. Why do we employ that man?
Toodle-pip
Hermione Witterington-Stargazer.
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Post by sweetleaf on Aug 12, 2007 12:26:51 GMT 1
;D Fabulous HWS I look forward to another update from Stargazer Towers in the near future.  |
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Post by 4pygmies on Aug 12, 2007 16:30:01 GMT 1
Ah, Humbers....my dear Grandpapa had a Humber and would take us for a little spin down the country roads standing on the boards outside and clinging on for dear life as we merrily bowled along knocking over the peasants and laughing. Happy childhood memories.....
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Post by ladystargazer on Aug 12, 2007 19:01:50 GMT 1
Indeed, my dear. It's the simple pleasures in life that count.
H. W-S
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Post by mickthecactus on Aug 13, 2007 8:46:55 GMT 1
Morning Hermione. I met your young daughter on Saturday. Lovely gel. Should go far......
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