PorterGirl – The Vanishing Lord
Dean Man’s Shoes
Following an ill-advised evening of drinking with The Dean, Deputy Head Porter is in search of an enormous breakfast to help ease her hangover…
PorterGirl – The Vanishing Lord
Dean Man’s Shoes
Following an ill-advised evening of drinking with The Dean, Deputy Head Porter is in search of an enormous breakfast to help ease her hangover…
You seem to have done a captain Hastings with your omission of the fried bread! I didn’t notice it myself, as all I could think about while I watched your video was furniture…particularly chairs…what a weird place in which I find myself!
Bloody fried bread… it has stolen the spotlight and it wasn’t even in the bloody thing! Ah, those chairs can be unpredictable but strangely alluring, don’t you think? The weird places are the best – those are the places where secret spy code comes to the fore!
Better to make the fried bread faux pas now than on publication. And I find it’s the very unpredictability of the chair that makes it so alluring, if I may be so bold. Ah the weird places; where chairs wear Nigel masks and Mary is satiated.
This is why blogs are a good idea – I can iron out all the mistakes early on 🙂
Will Nigel and Mary ever make it to the chair with their fruit and veg? Stay tuned… 😉
You can read me a bed time story anytime, fried bread or not! 😍
I would be delighted to 😉
Also I am pleased to see at least someone appreciates the narrative rather than the lack of friend bread. Hats off to you, sir!