Friday, August 04, 2006
After our dedicated service to the V.A.D Moony and I decided to live the wild life for a while. Times were changing, skirts were becoming daringly short and Moony was keen to get an Eton crop. Ohh how we danced the Charleston long into the early hours and then Moony would laugh so hard, every girl was trying to get the Egyptian look as the "Tomb of Tutankamun" had just been discovered, thankfully "dearest Howard" had smuggled her all the good stuff already. Ohh in our day we gave the Dolly Sisters a run for their money, I made a fantastic cocktail with brussels sprouts called the green sheep. Totally non alcoholic bless or Moony may have become desperately addicted.... She I think you will be unsurprised to know was wilder than me. Ohh the Vicar still says she is our home grown Josephine Baker. Not that I would know I never went to his very late parties and never a Saturday to Monday . I had standards to maintain around this time I met the late Mr Nito but I havent seen him since as he's very late getting back from the office. Some silly people say he must be dead and Moony once insituated that he had run of with "Harlot Harley" but they didnt know him like me. I expect hes just changeing trains, so absent minded! Au Revoir mon Cheries , your faithful correspondent Mrs J. Nito
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Hard as it is to imagine my dears Moony and I were once bright young things Enjoying our years at Cutting Sprout Girls School And in the holidays of Scouting. Here we are with our troop, off to camp out in Sprouting woods. We were very popular and I recall winning many badges for my craft work as well as bandaging ( ohh how useful that was in the great war) and home making ( not to be cofused with home building ). There was one girl of course with whom I was not popular, there is always one to spoil it for everyone else and that girl was none other than "Harlot Harley" . Screaming until she got the best tent and dare I say it always of chatting up the boy scouts. Once... Well I had better not mention particulars but suffice it to say she was relieved of quite a few badges that day but went on to get an A+ in biology.
I mean Moony of course,never far from the bottle dear thing, Thankfully unlike this poor thing I don't have to take of Moony's shoes and don't you think that after treking round all those shops for her apparently alcoholic husband she might need her shoes removed just as much as he does? I think we should tell her about the suffragette movement whose lovely china tea service I still have. How very wrong the so called "experts" on the Antiques Roadshow were, suggesting there were only two complete sets in the world when I know for a fact that Mrs Potts has one! But I digress and now I hear the kettle boil I must go my devoted readers Au Revoir for now...
I'm sure that Moony will insist that we all gather round the fire place for a hearty game of Senet. Not the large building in Washington where our dear President worked before he came to us but Moonys favourite board game. The rules arn't what I would call clear, but dearest Moony loves it. I've gathered that we throw a pot of sticks in the air and then I don't know, but it influences our moves . She has about fifty sets for playing this game and its hard to find space for them in the cupboard under the stairs where they mingle with a nice game of "Brussels Sprouts"(who could ever have imagined that John Lewis would see my point of view!) Moony sadly is less keen on my board games but she is, I have decided to a certain extent a pleb. Still after a hot cocoa on a stormy winters night after the vicar has left having "entertained" us all evening with charades (ohh how we laugh at his "Tricky Dicky"!). I can feel the attraction to play just one more game before we retire to our snug little bedroom.