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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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Sunday, November 04, 2007

For Sara


Anonymous Anonymous said...

purr purr purr

Thank you! I just love those little pink puddy pads!

And where is Madam? Did she decline to be included?

5:14 pm  
Blogger Lady Bracknell said...

She's a lot trickier to catch.

Partly because she is deeply suspicious of Editors wielding cameras, but mainly because she's just naturally very flighty.

I'll see what I can do... ;-)

5:25 pm  
Blogger marmiteboy said...

Young Bertie does love the camera doesn't he. Tart.

Love Marmite, Twiglet and Podge (Who seems to have moved into Marmiteboy's flat on a full time basis).

8:18 pm  
Blogger Lady Bracknell said...

The trick is catching him when he's not purring.

He opens his mouth on the in-breath of the purr: this does not come across well in photographs!

8:25 pm  
Blogger Melbamae said...

He looks such a luxurious boy! One can imagine how soft and subtle his fur must feel as you run your fingers through his plush curly coat.

10:25 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You're obviously all speaking in code about something very subversive. Pink puddy pads and Twiglet and Podge eh?! Give me time and I'll crack this fiendish cypher!

10:42 pm  

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