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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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Monday, December 04, 2006

I see your true colours...

In which it is apparent that Young Master Bertram is not yellow...


Blogger marmiteboy said...

And he is going to be a big mush too by the looks of things.

1:55 pm  
Blogger Lady Bracknell said...

He is indeed going to be a very hefty chap.

At just six months he is already very nearly as big as Caspar.

2:14 pm  
Blogger Charlesdawson said...

He looks to be a handsome boy, but never mind what we think of him, what does Caspar think of him? Is she boxing his ears or washing them?

7:03 pm  
Blogger Lady Bracknell said...


Having sworn at him for the first 24 hours, she will now accede to his requests to kiss noses.

When she finds his childish enthusiasm wearing, she retires to the grounds of Bracknell Towers for a little quiet reflection.

9:39 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh, he's very, very cute. Felicitations on your new addition. I hope you will all be madly happy together for many, many years.

9:23 pm  

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