Mistress Agnes! Since you have not arrived to rescue me I am replacing my high-heeled diamonds with virtual ones and moving on. The parrots have disappeared and I am sliding down the spiral staircase to look through the cells for the only man who has arrived at the party (so far) who goes by the name of Ed (other than two wandering beings in armour) and I don't know who they are. I am guessing that one is Henry VIII because of the protuberance - on his helmet! The other is a mystery. I can hear the parrots creeping along the passage between the cells going K-lonk, K-lonk, K-lonk because they are wearing their little round-toed, black boots. Every once in a while they stop to admire themselves in the shiny toes of the boots. It is very dark down here, but with my virtual powers I can discern a deflated inflatable hanging off of a parapet with a blonde inside . She is bouncing over the side and down the passageway because she is top heavy. That should attract Ed who is ready to polka! Maybe Albert's crew has arrived. Lady Lorna of the Virtuous something or other (on occasion)

Mrs Pepys and I are very disappointed that there are so few men at the party - what a waste of puppies urine and rocket seeds. I have looked for you in vain Lorna - I am following the trail of discarded diamonds as we speak. Mrs P however is keen on improving the male-female ratio at this party and is hoping to leave you lost. I do respond to requests for household tips and fashion advice. Gentlemen on the look out for a wealthy woman will of course go for those of us whose bodices lace at the back, thus indicating that we must have a servant, as one cannot do up back laces unaided. Personally, Mrs P and I are keener on getting our bodice laces UNdone. Whilst on the subject of laces, ladies - do ensure your laces are fastened in a criss cross fashion. If your laces do resemble a ladder (straight across) then you reveal yourself as a Puritan, them we do call straight laced women. The Puritans believe that the tighter lacing achieved by straight lacing held not just the body but also the morals under control. Mrs P says that's no fun at all. I thought you'd enjoy my recipe for fricassied calf's tongue and udder - courtesy of my good friend Mrs Hannah Woolley. 'Boyl them cut them in slices within two inches of the top or small end, which cut lengthways for sippets; then take a handful of sweet herbs, mince them small, and put them to the Tongue and udder, and the yolks of seven or eight eggs, and mix altogether. Fry them in clarified butter, then turn them into a stew pan and put to them some white-wine, a little vinegar, beaten cinnamon, ginger, sugar. a little rosemary and a handful of grated bread. Stew all these together; put in as they stew some drawn butter, serve it up with slices of the tip and small end of your tongue and udder, then put your stewed liquor over it.' Perhaps someone could whip this up while I stomp round in my armour with Mrs P. Mistress Agnes -----Original Message----- From: hlmw Sent: Saturday, December 22, 2012 8:18 PM To: Cornish Subject: [CORNISH] Party 2012 Mistress Agnes! Since you have not arrived to rescue me I am replacing my high-heeled diamonds with virtual ones and moving on. The parrots have disappeared and I am sliding down the spiral staircase to look through the cells for the only man who has arrived at the party (so far) who goes by the name of Ed (other than two wandering beings in armour) and I don't know who they are. I am guessing that one is Henry VIII because of the protuberance - on his helmet! The other is a mystery. I can hear the parrots creeping along the passage between the cells going K-lonk, K-lonk, K-lonk because they are wearing their little round-toed, black boots. Every once in a while they stop to admire themselves in the shiny toes of the boots. It is very dark down here, but with my virtual powers I can discern a deflated inflatable hanging off of a parapet with a blonde inside . She is bouncing over the side and down the passageway because she is top heavy. That should attract Ed who is ready to polka! Maybe Albert's crew has arrived. Lady Lorna of the Virtuous something or other (on occasion) ------------------------------- 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