Never fear Lorna I am on my way. As I live the the seventeenth century, I have access to armour. I am equipped with a pikeman's breast plate and an English morion helmet. I have a pike (that would be the weapon not the fish) and a tuck (sword) and I am seeking you out. Is that your diamonds I can see or is it my herring scales? I am bringing mince pies for your sustenance if you are incarcerated. Don't tell Oliver Cromwell though, he has banned them. Our mince pies are of course meat based and oval. They were seen by the Puritans as idolatrous representations of Jesus' crib and therefore outlawed. If I am in danger of being caught I shall hurriedly feed them to the parrots. I have had rather too much Lamb's Wool for my own good - much more I shall be whipping off my coif and letting my hair down. Got to make the most of partying tonight as I've been told that the world will end tomorrow. Where is everyone? I am clattering up the stairs in my armour .... Lorna? ....Lorna? parrots? Ooops I've speared something with my pike - hope it isn't a parrot. Mistress Agnes -----Original Message----- From: hlmw Sent: Thursday, December 20, 2012 5:44 PM To: Cornish Subject: [CORNISH] Party 2012 arrival Using my red feather boa as a rocket ship is not always reliable, one end suddenly went out causing us into spiral in toward Bodmin Gaol (jail). The little red parrots, in great fear, jumped inside my white satin shirt (where it is always warm) as we hurtled down toward dark and dingy, long and stony walls bouncing this way and that causing the gigantic trifle to turn on end and roll down the circular staircase. What happened to it after that I have no idea. My 7" diamond-covered high heels sprayed a blizzard of gems as we slid into a dead-end wall. There was no one about, not a soul, I expected some of the ladies and perhaps Arthur to appear, but nothing, only black silence. I decided to shout: Halloooooooooooooo! Back came an echo: Halloooooooooooooo! Then another echo in a sepulchral voice: Halloooooooooooooooooo! That wasn't me. Who are youooooooooo, I shouted. Again the echo reverberated off the dark and dingy walls. Slowly, a large figure covered from head to toe in armour appeared through one of the cell walls, causing the parrots, who had been peeking out to jump about in alarm. Who are you under that armour, I quavered. A deep voice rumbled around inside the armour: Joooooooooohn Oooooooooooooooh! I fainted. Will someone come and get me? Lurking Lorna ------------------------------- Subscribe to digest by sending an email to CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. If you want, MIME digests, email CORNISH-admin@rootsweb.com. Unsubscribe from either by sending an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com. ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message