Monday 17 December 2012

Crackling combobulators and missives from the mists

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Merry - blurp – cedric here – blurp - attempting use of new contraption Sir Terry has been working on – blurp – apologies for any alarm caused by bedside combobulator suddenly beginning to broadcast – blurp – your letter and translations received with thanks – blurp – am filled with melancholy sentiment at your missive – blurp – watford in desperate straits, all my fault, I can barely express my grief - blurp – doubtful that we will be ready to travel for Yule – blurp - dreaming of england and the simplicity of our youth, dear snitty snitkins – blurp – following by thrombat additional rubbings taken from fragment of petroglyph stumbled over outside club – blurp – suspect highly significant! - blurp – we are here into the new year, until watford regains semblance of humanity – blurp – wishing... what? Ack – what? Damnation... - blurp -

*** sizzle clunk snerp snickle griddle crunk ***

3 comments:

  1. Darling,

    Terence belled me about this last month and mentioned he had procured something new for it from The Gardstrum Brothers. I believe your aetheric fallout may be resulting from the translocutional hinge agitating against the radial flange - try tightening the flange and slackening off the hinge. If that doesn't work, attempting a full refit of the steam-driven oscillators.

    Be careful!

    With affection,
    Rosie

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  2. Much obliged, Rosie, you delicious little minx,

    Have passed on comments to Sir Terry, who is currently knee deep in some kind of viscous fluid.

    By the way, did you ever manage to track down that cufflink I misplaced the last time we met? Bit of a bother, those sapphires been in the family for generations...

    C

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  3. Yes, yes I do recall you may have dropped it in the hothouse - that orchid is recovering magnificently I'm sure you'd want to know... Am quite sure it wasn't the lab as Eldritch was there that night. Could have been the larder - you know we ate all the potted hare, too! Since it's a family piece I shall ask the char if she didn't mistake it for an earring and put it in the wallsafe.

    I've quite the appetite for potted hare again, you know? Let me know if you require a hand with the cylinder cleaning...

    R

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