"Traalfaz" <traalfaz@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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> "Morrigan" <YFNJester@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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> I normally leave my hood up while the sun is out, the ****ne off the top
> of my head can sometimes be startling to those who haven't seen me
> without hair.
>
>
Speaking of the absence of hair - mine was dog-short a while back. Never
do -that- again! I know I'm not exactly a beauty, but everyone and their
Unca Bob kept calling me "sir". <glowers at the memory>
>
>
> I sometmes wondered just what to do with the Henge; if I ate it, it
> could be seen as Scone Gluttony and if I left it to moulder (as is
> obvious), it could be seen as Scone Neglect. I'm not entirely sure, but
> presume that either choice would come somewhere under the jurisdiction
> of Scone Blasphemy, although not nearly as bad as referring to scones as
> "biscuits."
>
> {pauses, seeing if uttering the b-word might cause some far off
> reaction}
>
>
<eyes widen in horrified shock> Biscuits!? BISCUITS!? Twenty-two lashes
from
the nine tailed cat to ye for such awful blasphemy! And from one who knows
better, too. <brandishes the cat 'o nine warningly> In truth, I'm not sure
at this point you -could- be accused of Scone Neglect. And to devour the
entire Henge -would- be gluttony, I think. There's only one thing for it
...
<pulls out her wand, and aims it at the Henge ... focusing part of her own
life-energies at the monument ... watches as it freshens, the scent of
newly
baked scones wafting up into the breeze> That should do it. <smiles
wearily,
and looks a little older than she did a moment ago>
>
>
> I'll claim a case of whiskey, a couple bottles of mead and a handfull of
> scones. Soda bread is something I'm not sure I've had (if there is an
> American equivalent, I might have), so a sample of that will do just
> fine. I don't want to seem too greedy ;)
>
>
Soda bread is a bread leavened with baking soda rather than yeast, with
buttermilk or sour milk rather than regular milk. Soda bread was invented
out of nescessity, because yeast requires a superiour kind of flour to
leaven bread, while with soda, you can use a lesser quality flour - but
you
need to add something acidic to the recipe for the soda to work - hence
buttermilk or sour milk. (I use buttermilk, because a. I don't like upset
stomach, and b. I'm not -quite- as poor as my ancestors. <grins>) Bread
made
with white flour is the kind called soda bread, while bread made with
wholemeal is called wheaten or brown soda. If you add sultanas to the
white
bread, it's called Spotted Dick. Bet that was more than you ever wanted to
know about soda bread though. ;)
>
>
> I'm afraid I don't have much to offer pressie-wise as I haven't really
> travelled anywhere for quite some time. I'm planning to take a week off
> of work in about a month or so, but with my budget as dreadfully tight
> as it is, I doubt I'll be doing much travelling this year either.
>
>
Pressies not required. I'm just glad not -everyone- disappeared. As for
the
budget, I can understand perfectly. As Douglas and I just got back, we're
both empty of luxuries until we start our new jobs. And I doubt we'll be
travelling for some time after this, unless we're forcibly kicked out of
the
country.
>
>
> I've not been to the castle or any other of the dwellings other than
> under my rock, but from what I can tell everything is more or less as it
> was left. Dust has been a frequent visitor under the rock, but given
> that it's under the rock...dust suits the place. I prefer it to mud. I
> tried making little statues out of mud one rainy day, but the next rain
> that came along changed them back into lumps of wet dirt. Mud is just
> not my medium, I guess.
>
>
That's because you forgot to fire them, daft fool! ;) Mud needs to be
baked
to hold it's shape, you know. Dry straw helps too. As for the dust ...
<opens the bottomless carpetbag, and out fly twelve trained peacocks,
which
begin dusting everything in sight, including the rock>
>
>
> If you need some help fixing up the treehouse, I've got some tools that
> might come in handy.
>
> Traalfaz
<looks around the treehouse - notes the mice nesting in the corner... the
hole in the thatch roof... and the old bird's nests in the hearth> Um... a
broom and some live traps might come in handy right about now. ;)
- Morrigan Bran, Your Friendly Neighbourhood Jester
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