Mrs. Teabody Becomes Flustered

Mrs. Teabody is all at sixes and sevens this morning as so many tasks remain to be done before Tickle Your Fancy (TYF) can open its doors to custom. Floss, the ever UN-dependable Floss, has decided to swan down to a neighboring village for Christmas preparations leaving the running of Chez Teabody to its owners. Mon Dieu! Mrs. Teabody has no idea where her aqua-colored bath towels may be or where any towel may be for that matter. Mr. Teabody  has been nattering on about the dishwashing machine. Even Duchess Ming is at odds insisting she has NOT had her morning repast even though the uneaten segment of a croque-monsieur left on the kitchen counter --- FLOSS! -- has vanished, and gentle reader,  all  must remember Duchess Ming's behavior at the summer party and her fondness for croque-monsieur.

Mr. Teabody is  now becoming quite surly towards the dish-washing machine -- so much so that Mrs. Teabody must intervene. After all, Mrs. Moppit did not slave away yesterday to have fragments strewn all over the kitchen. Mrs. Teabody shall attempt to render order out of chaos by brewing a nice cuppa for herself and Mister Teabody. Adagio Assam Harmony may be just the ticket.

A thousand pardons, gentle reader. Mrs. Teabody is not quite herself just now. Never fear. The world will be put to rights soon enough. Perhaps Mrs. Teabody will even try using rose-colored  bath towels she believes she recalls seeing in the guest room . . .
Do have an orderly Saturday, Darlings! Ta!

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