More comments upon our blog, I am most pleased!. A Mr. Jeffman and Lord Likely have visited, gentlemen you are most welcome.
Wilhelm's invasion of West Cowes last night was not what might be called an overwhelming success. He enlisted the assistance of Eddie, presumably on the premise that two homicidal maniacs are better than one. This however proved to be his undoing.
Wilhelm had bribed a number of ne'er do wells from East Cowes to sail across the river in a commandeered vessel, halfway across Eddie murdered the captain of the vessel. When Wilhelm asked him why he had done this Eddie replied that it was in his nature. A fist fight then occurred between the two of them and all notions of a successful invasion were quickly lost.
A solution may be at hand as to the future concealment of the three recently deceased Fenian gentlemen currently residing in our ice house. My daughter Louise feels that they would provide excellent nutrients for the allotments at Swiss Cottage.
I have to go now as my son Arthur has just seen a meringue and is experiencing what I believe you now call 'post traumatic stress'. Stupid boy.
Monday, 25 August 2008
H.R.H. Victoria
Another new visitor!. You are most welcome Mr. Bananas.
This evening affairs of state were weighing heavily upon me, I felt the need for a little laudanum. So, I went to my medicine chest, only to find my precious tincture missing. The culprit was quickly revealed when Mr. Brown fell from his horse, it seems that he had run out of whisky. Tomorrow I will travel incognito to Newport to visit the apothecary.
It is always most interesting to make a foray in disguise, it provides the opportunity to eavesdrop upon the conversations of the hoi-polloi. Tomorrow I think that I will dress as a beggar woman.
I have to go now as Mr. Brown has just regained consciousness and is waving a claymore in a most menacing fashion. Stupid man.
This evening affairs of state were weighing heavily upon me, I felt the need for a little laudanum. So, I went to my medicine chest, only to find my precious tincture missing. The culprit was quickly revealed when Mr. Brown fell from his horse, it seems that he had run out of whisky. Tomorrow I will travel incognito to Newport to visit the apothecary.
It is always most interesting to make a foray in disguise, it provides the opportunity to eavesdrop upon the conversations of the hoi-polloi. Tomorrow I think that I will dress as a beggar woman.
I have to go now as Mr. Brown has just regained consciousness and is waving a claymore in a most menacing fashion. Stupid man.
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