I was on my way to Lord Turnip's estate at East Whiffenpoof for our weekly game of Whist when our party was beset by highwaymen. As our carriage sped through the earthly delight that is the Whiffenpoof Glen, the impertinent scoundrel pictured above lept from a tree branch and launched a scathing critique of our frocks! Indeed. Although none of us was harmed, including the charming Lady Lime Wedge, the blackguard forced me to surrender both my stereo and record collection whilst he and his confederates escaped to loud rock music.
Did this ruffian accuse you of being able to qualify for next year's old age pension?
ReplyDeleteLord Woodpecker,
ReplyDeleteI am shocked to hear about your ordeal with the highwayman. It pleases me to no end to hear that you and Lady Lime Wedge are unharmed. I assure you that, should you and your lady come visit me at my summer house at Brixton-On-Avon, that you should suffer no such depredations.
Yours etc.,
Brigadier Rossaroni, KCMG
- Auspicium Melioris Aevi
Indeed sir! This churl did accuse me of an ability to qualify for next year's old age pension.
ReplyDeleteAnd, to the Brigadier, The Lady Lime Wedge and I should be quite pleased to take you up on your generous offer. I hope you like Whist!
humbly,
Woodpecker-Smythe, KCB, LLd
Oxon 09
I should think that your alter ego Lord Flashheart should have made an appearance.
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