When she can't sleep (yep, it's 1:30am), the gorgeous lump of sleeping beautifulness beside her is snoring out Beethoven's 5th symphony and the little fantasy creatures inside her head just won't stop playing.....
She must arise and put pen to paper. And pencil to sketchpad.....
Sir Alphonse D'arbignon, the retired surgeon who NEVER takes his boots off, has been courting a young lady. I think her name begins with the letter C and ends in 'eleste' ......
Madamoiselle Celeste Bouquet is a beauty therapist. Can't you tell? It makes her giggle to see Alphonse wearing a bow tie to match her gown.
AND she owns 784 tiaras! Can you imagine? Lady Polly Flotsam, recently divorced, borrowed a beautiful tiara once....
She had to give it back. Her head isn't as big as Celeste's and anyway, she's more a 'lacy ruffly' kind of girl. Every Thursday at 2.30pm she hosts a High Tea for important wives..... They gather in the gardens of her country estate, sipping chammomile tea with their pinky fingers pointing up, nibbling on petite fours and cucumber sandwiches.... It's a necessary thing to do when you're an important wife... But Polly has a secret admirer....
Captain Frelly Dingle isn't a real captain. In fact, he's only the captain of his vigoro team. Look at that hair! Apparently he uses wax to make it look that way and the girls swarm around him. But Frelly's a one bug bee. They say he has a little piece of body art that proclaims his undying love for Lady Polly Flotsam but I've never seen it...
OK you bunch of bugs, now that you're inside the computer let me get some sleep!