Grimshaw's Academy

A Regional Finishing School for Young Ladies of Good Breeds

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Gladstone-Bag speaks

I speak from the Head Perfect's Chair.  I must correct a misapprehension.  She is Miss Grimshaw.  Nothing Ms about her.  She does not hold with new-fangled ideas and likes to keep bloodlines pure.  I fear she will be amiss until the day she dies.  For a while I thought there was something going on with her and Sam the Useful, and then the Artist in Residence but I see no recent evidence.  I hold some hope for Mr Google - I believe they met on the internet.  I have heard his server is often down so that must be awkward.  Mr Firefox apparently finds this embarrassing.  I like the sound of him.


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  1. BJDApril 28, 2012 at 4:49 AM

    Dear Rosie BG-B, MBE, etc

    We, like Miss Grimshaw, have standards and we know nothing of derring, but much of daring. It is writ large on our standard (whereabouts of which, a little uncertain at present).

    We can add little on pure bloodlines, (although those beagles do rather have themselves on a bit) nor on life and relationships within the warmth of the big house. We imply nothing by our uncertainties, I might add.

    We did think that the leather chair set off your colouring divinely. The boys are already asleep, as their concentration span is short, but I know that I can speak for us all in saluting you.

    Tess of the (Royal Com)pound

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