When I got home from work this evening, there was an envelope by my bed with the words “To Mummy” on it in the Princess’s handwriting. I gazed at it fondly and then I opened it, this is what it said:
“Micel is a cruel stuck-up idiotic prig and a loser but he’s ashamed to admit it. If you are going to deal with him anser here.”
Underneath there is a line for my comments. Poor Micel, he crosses his sister at his peril.
I love the mix of language between Enid Blyton (“Stuck-up idotic prig”) and late 20th Century (“Loser”)
“but he’s ashamed to admit it” –One suspects that an effort was made to get him to own up, but that the results were unsatisfactory. Still, she is concise and to the point.
I can’t help wondering what poor Micel did to incur her wrath …
Yes, cha0tic, that appealed to me also. Do you like the pathos of me expecting a picture of flowers and a note saying, “I love you, Mummy.”
WOL, hmm, one does worry slightly about the nature of the efforts.
Pog, he could have failed to obey. She likes her subjects to be obedient. Where are you now that vox has shut up shop?
Sounds right …
I’m over here: http://plubby.wordpress.com/ – some entries are passworded owing to either their libellous content because they’re a bit too raw – will email you the password, just don’t want everything visible to all and sundry. Which you clearly are not.
Pog, I am so glad that you are still blogging. Hurrah. Have subscribed in great excitement. Await password with enthusiasm.