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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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Tuesday, December 19, 2006

A pictorial interlude

The Editor is claiming to be too exhausted to take dictation from Lady Bracknell this evening.

She is muttering darkly about stress resulting from an eleven month delay in receiving full reasonable adjustment, but Lady Bracknell suspects that Mr Larkin's regular phone calls are at least partly responsible for the Editor's current fatigue.

In any event, Lady Bracknell hopes that her readers will be satisfied temporarily with this rather charming photograph of Young Master Bertram Bracknell relaxing after a busy morning "helping" around the house.


Blogger Charlesdawson said...

Has Young Master Bertram been fighting?

1:20 pm  
Blogger Lady Bracknell said...

Certainly not!

1:30 pm  
Blogger Charlesdawson said...

Whoops! sorry - only there looked to be marks on the Young Master's aristocratic nose that reminded me of my own common mog toms when they have had a disagreement with someone.

7:30 pm  

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