To Cinema or Not to Cinema?

A Very Early Good Morning to You!

Mrs. Teabody has a bit of a feather in her throat this morning. She was hoping never to have to mention the presence of a certain domestic feline, but ( Alas!) when one's slumber is curtailed by such an alarming cat-er-wailing, Mrs. Teabody has no choice but to comment so, Gentle Folk, do close your ears whilst Mrs. Teabody rails:  Blast that cat for waking me even before the morning chorus takes on!  Mrs. Teabody now feels calmer. Thank Kew.

Lady Glass and Mrs. Teabody, along with the Duchess Ming, do plan a perambulation in the Wild Woods this morning, and she is fearful that her new coiffure  so artfully crafted by  the (mysterious !) Mme. Sophia will  be compromised. By the by, Mme. Sophia has assured Mrs. Teabody that her chestnut locks shall never succumb to the ravages of time. Mrs. Teabody should like her to have some sort of international recognition for that, but perhaps a gift from the new Tea Forte  collection will suffice. Mrs. Teabody will try the White Ginger Pear this morning and if it merits sharing, Mme. Sophia shall have some!

Now to the query of the day: To cinema or not to cinema?  Lady Doyle has not sent round an appointment card, nor has she sent Mrs. Teabody a tiny little letter on the cellular phone so Mrs. Teabody is in a brown study. Venturing forth is always fraught with peril and on such short notice how shall Mrs. Teabody enjoy choosing a frock for the outing?

Mme. Moppit is to arrive at seven, and Mrs. Teabody hopes she does not kill the new piano. A most unfortunate incident last week involving Mr. Teabody's piano and cleaning fluid necessitated a significant purchase so Mr. Teabody is (understandably) cautious. Mrs. Teabody really could not survive without the aid of Mme. Moppit. The very thought of it sends Mrs. Teabody's blood rocketing.

Awash with all these concerns, Mrs. Teabody must seek some solace in her teapot. Perhaps a cup of Lavender Citrus will put the world right. One can only hope.

Ta for now, Darlings!

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