Through the driving rain Heather and Maureen watched the black helicopter circle the Schloss obviously trying to pinpoint the landing area. There were moments when Heather worried that the pilot wouldn’t manage to land given the fearsome weather conditions. Finally the pilot negotiated a landing and Heather breathed a deep sigh of relief; at last she would have LJS exactly where she needed him.
Waffle swung her long, shapely legs out of the helicopter and jumped onto the tarmac. Waving to Heather, she turned back to the helicopter as someone helped The Princess into her waiting arms. The Princess struggled free from her mother and walked swiftly and steadily towards the two women waiting in the shelter of the golden pergola. Heather looked at Maureen whose complexion had turned ashen and she realised that she was remembering the blessed Reginald. In as gentle a manner as Heather could manage she touched Maureen’Â’s hand and told her, “it will be okay, trust me. It was too difficult for Heather to consider MaureenÂ’s feelings until she knew that LJS had been brought to her. She needed to see him being taken from the helicopter and until then she would be in torment.
As the storm built in intensity so did HeatherÂ’’s nerves. It had been so long since she had felt this level of anticipation, this level of excitement. When she saw the extra-long stretcher with what could only be LJS strapped to it she bowed her head to hide the tears. Not even Maureen could be allowed to see how much this meant to her.
Within a few moments they were all gathered inside the spacious entrance hall of the Schloss watching the attendants carry LJS up the baronial staircase to the East Wing.
““Fuck”.” The imperious tones of the Princess echoed around the entrance hall.
“Hello, darling” Heather knelt in front of the Princess. “Would you like a biscuit and some squash?” She turned to Maureen, “Have we got some crayons or something for the Princess?”.
The Princess raised her eyebrows and sighed. “Do you realise I have an IQ that is beyond measurement and youÂ’’re offering me crayons? Settling down on the deep red Persian carpet in front of the roaring log fire, the Princess took a crayon and pondered for a moment. It seemed to her that they would be here for some time so now was as good a time as any to write the libretto for the opera she had been planning. This, as far as she was aware, would be the first opera in Sanskrit. Pausing only to call for biscuits, cake, toast and grapes she worked silently. Growing bored with the idea of the opera she decided to teach herself German. “Fick dich” she announced.
“You’Â’ve done brilliantly, darling” Heather smiled across at Waffle. Maureen frowned and said “we really need to move onto the next stage”. Her voice shook slightly and the women knew this was because of the great responsibility that Maureen was about to take. Now timing was crucial.
on 18 October 2004 at 12:27
I am agog …… again ….
And Princess’s first word made me laugh out loud, thereby scaring the scientists – again.
on 18 October 2004 at 17:29
can you wait for the next thrilling instalment, Bobble?
Yes, pog – I wasn’t sure I’d get that one past Waffle, to be honest. 
on 18 October 2004 at 23:39
I fear electricity may be involved at some future stage of this nefarious plot. My third of LJS won’t react well. Unless there’s alcohol too.
on 19 October 2004 at 19:54
Silver, alcohol and electricity, I like it.
Ladies, Princess was saying “fork”.
Hey – I missed this somehow. By all accounts it makes no sense, as like the rest of 20six I’m here eagerly pressing refresh every 3-5 seconds in the hope of a new installment.
on 01 November 2004 at 19:29
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Comment Modified) Oh, and when I finally do find it (cunningly hidden at the top of the LJS catagory – I see how you outwitted me there) I forget to say how fab it is. and how I’m dying to know what happens next.
