You know… that little chat. The one she’s been promising you all week. Don’t keep her waiting.
The wonderful Lady Kenworthy, demonstrating the sound of one hand clapping.
You know… that little chat. The one she’s been promising you all week. Don’t keep her waiting.
The wonderful Lady Kenworthy, demonstrating the sound of one hand clapping.
Image reminds me of my favourite ever search term, back when this blog was on blogger (you got to see search terms that led ‘readers’ there), which was “tutu humiliation -bishop -desmond”.
This is the firm and very fair Tamara Kenworthy. Look at the determination on that face – I can only hope her husband learns to appreciate his luck.
…a word that doesn’t mean what you probably think it means, as it is a form of ‘systematic argumentative discourse’. So probably not recommended in the sorts of relationships this blog favours, where apologies should be simple, heartfelt (and felt in other parts of the body too) and frequent.
Not The Hunt, for those of you paying attention to such matters, this is more of an informal social thing, with friends and less death.
The wonderful Lady Sophia Black. I don’t know what she’s doing now she’s retired from professional domination, but I’ll bet she’s amazingly good at that, too.
Servitor will soon be going on holiday – no more hours of toil chained up in a laundry room in a dark cellar in a town house for me, for the next couple of weeks I’ll be doing my hours of unpaid labour chained up in the laundry room of a luxury holiday villa! As is now traditional, there will be daily posts with captioned images without context, comment, replies to comments or point. But to warm things up, today’s post is holiday-themed.
…it’s the best sort.