The sunlight cast an appealing glow through the breakfast room curtins at stately Lambrook Manor. Lord Lambington's daughters, Prudence and Bunty, were sitting down to breakfast before having to venture out to one of the many tiring gatherings life in the country seemed to demand of a young woman embarking on her first foray into gentile society. Bunty, the more adventurous of the girls, never seemed to mind these demands on her, but poor Prudence, who in possession of a far more delicate nature, was positively faint at the thought.
"Oh why must Papa insist we embark on these rustic affairs that only seem to occupy the lives of rural folk?" asked Prudence of Bunty, whom presently was far more interested in the rather large assortment of eggs, bacon and toast than to the musings of her sister.
"Why in London it is the civilized conversations at the Symth's parlour gatherings that occupies ones time. Oh Bunty I do so wish we could embark on our own Grand Tour! I wonder when Aunt Olga will return from the contintent so she can be our chaperon?" Prudence pondered over the half a slice of toast she allowed herself.
Unfortunately it was at this precise moment Lord Lambington, a rather ebullient member of the gentry, entered the room.
"Oh do square up Prudence," he said in a rather dirdum manner...
what a clever lady you are Nola, I love the whole concept of this blog, looking forward to reading more soon x Joy
ReplyDeleteHey Joy oh just think 365 days a year one word a day...oh what cause for alarm ...oh for a wine...
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