Wednesday, 6 August 2008

H.R.H Victoria

The visit to Sir Edwin passed off with the expected accompaniment of turmoil and melodrama. The good practitioner did however manage to rectify the damage to Beatrice's teeth by the rather clever application of fragments of ivory affixed to her teeth with rabbit skin glue. Quite how long this remedy will prove to be efficacious is a matter of some conjecture.

Albert had proposed to carry out some remedial work of his own design. This would have entailed the pulling out of Beatrice's damaged teeth and their replacement with miniature casts of her remaining good teeth. This plan however did not come to fruition because upon hearing of it Beatrice hit him with a gerbil which had suffered a considerable degree of rigor mortis.

I have to go now because our chef Signor Francatelli is experiencing one of his legendary tantrums. This could last anywhere between one and three hours, depending upon the degree of angst which he feels has been inflicted upon him, so I fear that dinner might be a little late this evening. Stupid man.

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