Tea? (Part 1)

[Arch]

And why is there half a grapefruit wrapped in tin foil on the table?

We always used a white cabbage. Any birthday party was then followed by days of coleslaw with everything....

The thrill was, when you ate your colesaw, finding a shred of cabbage with a cocktail stick hole in it. Yes, I know, I'm very sad...

 

[TheDoctor]

Hi Arch! *waves*

*drinks earl grey, offers wine gums round*

 

[Speicher]

excellent tea. Ooh, we don't usually come in the drawing room do we? It's nice in here.

*picks up sketch pad and pencil*

Please draw the curtains

In the Summer, we could ask LOTP Very Nicely if we could use his swimming pool.

 

[TheDoctor]

Hi Speicher *waves*
Hows you today?

Having checked on a map I think I got Worcester and Gloucester mixed up. Should still be possible, but might mean I have to go via the Brecons. Which will be nice.

 

[tdr1nka]

We always used a white cabbage. Any birthday party was then followed by days of coleslaw with everything....

The thrill was, when you ate your colesaw, finding a shred of cabbage with a cocktail stick hole in it. Yes, I know, I'm very sad...

Nah, that sounds cool!
Count me in as sad too.

Ms. tdr1nka made me so proud last night as she announced she wants to be an astronomer when she grows up!

MORE TEA!

 

[Chuffy]

Afternoon all! Just flitting by, today being busy and a little stressful. To return to the theme of Speicher and tweed (always a good thing) may I draw your esteemed attention to The Chap Magazine? I've always thought of Speicher as the epitome of a bumpy Chap (or 'lady' as they are also called) and this place, our humble cafe/bistro, as a civilised haven from the crass rudery of the everyday world.
See you all later mes amis,
Chuffy

 

[Speicher]

Chuffs, old bean, thank you so much for directing me towards Mrs Porter's Magazine by the nomenclature of "The Chap". I particularly noticed her mention of "Fruity bons mots" and dry witticisms. Both of which I have penchantedness. It is refreshing that she also includinates Chapettes.

I was particularly impressed with Mr Turley of Afghanistan, who was able to look so elegant, amusing and intelligent in extremely difficult surroundings. (This last comment itself being masterful of the understatement).

 

[TheDoctor]

This magazine sounds like the one put out by Bertie Woosters' Aunt Dahlia.
Which is a very good thing. I like Aunt Dahlia.
Anyone who sends a telegram that goes 'Am taking legal advice to ascertain whether strangling an idiot nephew counts as murder. If it doesn't look out for yourself. Consider your conduct frozen limit. Love. Travers.' is someone I'd have round for tea.

 

[Chuffy]

This magazine sounds like the one put out by Bertie Woosters' Aunt Dahlia.
Which is a very good thing. I like Aunt Dahlia.
Anyone who sends a telegram that goes 'Am taking legal advice to ascertain whether strangling an idiot nephew counts as murder. If it doesn't look out for yourself. Consider your conduct frozen limit. Love. Travers.' is someone I'd have round for tea.

Aunt Dahlia! Didn't she have a magazine called Milady's Boudoir? PG Wodehouse rocks.

 

[TheDoctor]

Aunt Dahlia! Didn't she have a magazine called Milady's Boudoir? PG Wodehouse rocks.

That's the one. Bertie wrote an article for it once - 'What the Well-Dressed Chap is Wearing' or some such.
Woodhouse comes out with a completely original and rather mad metaphor on every page - the guy was a genius.
'...the shifty, hangdog expression that denotes an Englishman who is about to speak French.'
'an acrid smell like burning poetry'
The whole sequence where Freddie beats the gong, and everyone and their dog turns up to ask him why he has done so has me in stitches every time.

 

[LordoftheTeapot]

Please draw the curtains

In the Summer, we could ask LOTP Very Nicely if we could use his swimming pool.

The swimming pool is open now, it is heated

During the summer it is customery to swin around the moat.

No skinny dipping

 

[Arch]

Hello again all!

*puts kettle on as she passes*

*dumps pannier and helmet in untidy heap on floor*

*hangs jacket on chair*

Just back from watching/assisting a friend skin, gut and joint a hare.

I've got its ickle tail in my bag....

*kettle's boiling*

Tea anyone?

 

[LordoftheTeapot]

Hello Arch and yes please (For a cuppa)

 

[Speicher]

Yes, please and - don't all rush at once, I have some Dark Chocolate Tunnocks tea cakes.

 

[TheDoctor]

*accepts tea*
*considers accusing Arch of splitting hares*
*has flashback of boiling bunny*
*wimps out*

Thanks for the tea. What's going with this hare then?