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The collected opinions of an august and aristocratic personage who, despite her body having succumbed to the ravages of time, yet retains the keen intellect, mordant wit and utter want of tact for which she was so universally lauded in her younger days. Being of a generation unequal to the mysterious demands of the computing device, Lady Bracknell relies on the good offices of her Editor for assistance with the technological aspects of her journal.

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Friday, January 25, 2008

In which Bertie considers a change of career...


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hee -- Bertie! He is such a cute little rolling hug.

5:00 pm  
Blogger Lady Bracknell said...

If you tickle his tummy when he's in that sort of position, he'll grab your hand with his front paws and give it a good wash, while purring like a little engine.

It is hugely endearing.

If a tad spitty.

6:08 pm  

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