A tantalising glimpse
As November 17th grows ever closer, Lady Bracknell's editor is becoming increasingly secretive about the details of The Outfit for the investiture ceremony.
It would appear that various elements of The Outfit have been ordered online, with the result that mysterious packages arrive at infrequent intervals at Bracknell Towers, courtesy of the doughty employees of the Royal Mail (or whatever it is calling itself this week).
It would, of course, be beneath Lady Bracknell's dignity to rummage through the household waste in search of physical clues, even if the Evil Virus Mark II did not hold her in its enervating grip.
However, she can reveal (because their parcels are so conspicuous) that the editor has made one major Outfit-related purchase from this web site.
It will be of no interest to Mr Dawson, of course, but Lady Bracknell gathers (from having overheard a telephone conversation earlier today) that there is an unexpected delay at the milliner's. The Hat was due to be collected tomorrow, but will now not be ready until the middle of next week. The editor has taken this news remarkably calmly, all things considered.
In other news, the unlamented former tenant returned today - as Lady Bracknell had predicted - to collect her post. So much for the keys having been handed over to the charming Mr J___! The sooner the lock on the exterior door is changed, the happier the remaining residents will be.
It would appear that various elements of The Outfit have been ordered online, with the result that mysterious packages arrive at infrequent intervals at Bracknell Towers, courtesy of the doughty employees of the Royal Mail (or whatever it is calling itself this week).
It would, of course, be beneath Lady Bracknell's dignity to rummage through the household waste in search of physical clues, even if the Evil Virus Mark II did not hold her in its enervating grip.
However, she can reveal (because their parcels are so conspicuous) that the editor has made one major Outfit-related purchase from this web site.
It will be of no interest to Mr Dawson, of course, but Lady Bracknell gathers (from having overheard a telephone conversation earlier today) that there is an unexpected delay at the milliner's. The Hat was due to be collected tomorrow, but will now not be ready until the middle of next week. The editor has taken this news remarkably calmly, all things considered.
In other news, the unlamented former tenant returned today - as Lady Bracknell had predicted - to collect her post. So much for the keys having been handed over to the charming Mr J___! The sooner the lock on the exterior door is changed, the happier the remaining residents will be.
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Lady Bracknell | Friday, October 27, 2006
6 Comments:
Lady Bracknell refers Mr Dawson to his comment on this post.
Dame Honoria sends commiserations upon Lady Bracknell's continuing indisposition and trusts Caspar is providing benficial feline companionship in the sickbed.
What a wonderful apparel emporium.
Wow! Lovin' those razzberry hues. Regal, positively regal.
I want a suit from them and I want it now!
Just looked up the location of Razzberry and I know the street!
I lived in the next town to Tynemouth, a place called North Shields my daughter Steffi was born there.
The major part of Tynemouth is very picturesque and the street leads to the edge of a cliff with an old priory on it.
Brought back some happy memories.
What else;-)
Can't the editor borrow one of your hats? The one in photo is quite nice.
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