Daddy's Little Princess.

[kwills]

Blah,blah, blah, blah, gosh sire I do blabber on when I'm nervous,but I do believe I have a brainwave,let me ungag you! yes! let me untie you!yes! you see? I can do something right! oh look, what has happened to the gargoyles? I do believe I have bored them to death they have turned to stone!and the flying monkeys are fast asleep, were my entertaining stories that bad? I said were my ...SIRE WAKE UP!!!! Can you reach that monkeys set of keys? my armour won't let my arm through the bars ,oh well done King Dick,mmmmm King Richard sounds better I think.

King,Your Highness,I do believe you have Dick Lurking's ruby slippers hidden in your cod piece, at least I hope that's what they are!what will happen if you wear them do you think? Oh! lion and tigers and bears oh my! we are riding on Buckalot so fast that before we can say SirFalloffhishorsealotandKingRichardTheLionheartlandmagicallyonBuckalotsbackandfindsthemselvesbackinCumalotnonetheworseforwearapartfromKingRichardsbrokenandbloodynosebutwhocaresaboutthat!LadyKissyKleapswantonlyontheKingandSirFalloffhishorsealotturnsaverybrightred!

[Karren B]

Can't get my mouth round that one Sir F...(you win)

At least you got the King back in one piece (I think).

Do you think i can have those red shoes please...pretty please!

Lady Kissy K
xx

with the new red sparkly shoes...

[kwills]

ngRichardsbrokenandbloodynosebutwhocaresaboutthat!LadyKissyKleapswantonlyontheKingandSirFalloffhishorsealotturnsaverybrightred!

That was supposed to be stuck on my last post!

[Karren B]

Sir F What have you done to the Kings nose?

Wheres that tin opener?????

Lady Kissy K
xx

[Gerry]

Ah so glad to be back in my castle at last, even with this damn bloody nose.
Such a terrible time out in the woods, By The Rivers Dark, with all those mad dicks running about everywhere....everytime i looked, there was another one!
Safe at last, at home with good Queen Cate and i do hope that Princess Violet has been rescued by her Lordship from the tower and is safe and well and still writing her memoirs.
And think i might need Lady Kissy K soon, as my sword has been badly damaged while i was tied up out in the woods. Think it needs some t.l.c right now and brought back to its old self.

King G

[Karren B]

Nice to have you back King G.

I have missed polishing that sword of yours. would you like me to give it a thorough going over now?

Ooooh the thought of you tied up in those woods with all those mad Dicks running around and only that incompetent Sir F to protect you.
(By the way where abouts in the woods was this...could you draw me a map...er...well i need to know where it happened so as to avoid the area).

Oh and look at your poor nose (you wait till i find Sir F...i'll take him to the tower and toss him off... actually i think he does a lot of that himself, we always seem to be fishing him out of the river).

Ok King G lets see that sword of yours, i'll give it a good rub...oooh are those teeth marks...Oh the flying monkeys...Well I think i can polish those out!

Kissy K
xxxx

[Gerry]

Oh Lady Kissy K, that would be so good of you to do that for me.
Those damn flying monkeys caused a lot of damage and pain, but i'm so happy to be back with you. ( er, i mean Queen Cate )
Hope she didnt hear that or i could pay for it in more ways than one!
If i draw you a map of the woods you must be careful out there, as there are dicks coming at you from all directions, and i wouldnt want to see any harm coming to you.
But first you can start your work on my sword and i'll draw you a map eventually!!

King G

[Karren B]

Oh King G...

Mmmmmm... Where did you learn to do that...No... that's physicaly impossible...Oooooh maybe not...Just a little to the left...Oooh yes thats much better.
I can get a better grip on it now...sorry did that hurt...am i polishing it to hard...Oooh King G...you sound like you may have caught a cold in those woods, your breathing is very rapid and are you trying to clear your throat or say something? Wooops never mind Kissy K will go and fetch a cloth, seems like you spilled the polish again...

You lie back and relax...I'm sure you need time to recover from your ordeal in the woods...and maybe you can work on that map for me??

Kissy K
xxxx

[kwills]

PRINCESS V SWEET FLOWER I'M BACK gosh I've hurt my throat now from shouting,cough!

Croak,I managed to save our King from a fate worse than death,cough,cough and I killed Dick Lurking Highwayman brother of The Wicked Dick of The West,who lives in the East and King Dick or is it Henry or maybe even G got the ruby red slippers! I think the Lady in waiting Kissy K has the slippers now a present from his majesty for service to his sword.They must be careful that The Dastardly Evil Cackling Queen Cate of the very short name doesn't get to hear of it she may get a tad jealous methinks.In fact you know,to be fair,she has a point!

I hope you have been keeping well in your lonely stone tower and not pining too much for his lordship (I'm not jealous!)you deserve better than to be ignored like this! sigh! is there no one home? Come Bucklot it is time for some well deserved aaagh thud!.................rest.

[Karren B]

Sir F... I think you will have to shout louder than that!
I think she had a prick and has fallen asleep, (you know like sleeping beauty), and she is waiting for her prince to come (or his Lordship).

Why are you coughing... have you caught the Kings cold? He was breathing very heavily this morning.

Wasn't I looking for you earlier...I can't remember what i wanted you for...Don't worry i'm sure it will come back to me!

And get up from under that horse...aren't you meant to ride him, not the other way round...

Lady Kissy K
xx

[kwills]

Thank you for your concern my Lady in waiting Kissy k,looking for sympathy around here is nigh on impossible if you are just a knight it seems.
I'm sure that whatever it was you wanted me for it couldn't have been very important,gulp, so I'd just forget about it if I were you! Unless of course you wished to reward me for rescuing our most handsome king!
PRINCESS V!!!!!! I'M BACK YOUR MOST LOYAL,STEADFAST,COURAGEOUS,KNIGHT!Sir Falloffhishorsealot.
Bugger it I'm off! It seems to me I'm under appreciated around here!sniff.

[Violet]

.. oh, you poor poor thing, Sir Falloffhishorsealot (!).. I am here, but had other things I needed to attend to yesterday, so just hang on to your horses, there.. I mean, hang on to Buckalott, at least.. (I shouldn’t have to remind you that you’ll falloff if you don’t)..

.. well, obviously, you need a nice little bottle, and bed.. [oh, and baby bond: once you’re nice ‘n rested, I will debrief you on Henning and those documents, since I no longer remember what happened to that aspect of the storyline, and I'm too tired to go check (truth be told).. so.. I shall get you fed and rested, and then we shall see what's what.. actually, on that subject, I've been getting some threatening messages from headquarters on my Blackberry, so I finally just shut the damn thing off, and feel much better for having done that, as it happens]..

.. okay, so.. here you go.. some fresh farm milk from the local hamlet.. and now to bedsy-byes, kwillsies..

[Princess Violet gives her worn out baby-knight a sweet little good-nap kiss]..

.. OKAY..

[Princess Violet goes to find King G.H.R. [and those other initials that Lady K. uses].. [no comment].. oh, but before she leaves, it seems the king is already entering her tower chambers..

Princess Violet curtsies before her, um, king]..

Hello, your most highest --

[geez.. (Violet thinks).. it seems the king still needs some polishing of that sword of his, since that has a way of calming things down somehow.. although a limp sword??.. odd that that would be the object of all that diligent polishing.. I mean, it seems a waste somehow.. anyway.. I just won't lower my eyes, I guess.. although it is distracting.. where’s Kissy Lady K. when you need a diligent (kneeling) Lady in Waiting??.. gotta' finish that painting, come to think of it]..

.. [deep breath]..

.. um.. Your Highness,

I have just come to wish you my -- oh, I don't know, salutations 'n such, having just returned to the kingdom after being gone for nigh a week.. I've actually been at another castle some distance from Kissingham.. yes, I finally felt the need to check into this Twelve Step Longing Recovery & Rehabilation (Castley) Center.. to start my Twelve Step Longing Recovery & Rehabilitation work (T.S.L.R. & R. w.).. and was surprised to find (or maybe not) that a lot of those in recovery were very much into Leonard.. (some of them many many many kisses deep, although I’ll get to just how many later on).. Actually, even though, given the circumstances, they almost all seemed to be losers, of one kind or another.. still, most of them were really quite beautiful.. (once the title of Leonard's book came to mind, that is).. (I can't tell you how many times that book's title has saved me)..

.. anyway, I had to give my own testimony, as it were, in front of this whole big castley room full of losers.. and so I began the sad sad story of his Lordship and I.. actually, I decided just to read the letter I’d recently written him, which I sent on foot this time, since I think the white dove is rather lazy, as it turns out.. I mean, the reason he's never free is that he's SUPPOSED to have a job to do.. (geesh.. Leonard and those poetic inferences of his all the time)..

.. [as Violet says these things she sees there’s a huge crack in the rounded stone wall of her tower room, and suddenly realizes: oh, is that how the light gets in?].. [oh, also, she usually had a heavy drape over the one window.. so]..

.. anyway.. [Violet continues].. this is what I read to the group as some manner of personal testimony, I guess.. I mean, it was a requirement, after all.. you know, one of those oh-so-sacred twelve little step thingies, or some such nonsense.. but, believe me, I find this whole process demeaning, demoralizing and some other D word I can’t come up with on the spur of the moment -– oh, distasteful..

.. okay.. so here's the letter I read to the room full of losers:


My dearest Lordship,

I loved you for a long, long time. I know this love is real. It don't matter how it all went wrong,
that don't change the way I feel.. and I can't believe that time's gonna heal this wound I'm speaking of..
.. there ain't no cure, there ain't no cure, there ain't no cure for love..

I'm aching for you baby. I can't pretend I'm not. I need to see you naked in your body and your thought.
I've got you like a habit, and I'll never get enough.. there ain't no cure, there ain't no cure, there ain't
no cure for love..

There ain't no cure for love, there ain't no cure for love.. all the rocket ships are climbing through the sky..
.. the holy books are open wide.. the doctors working day and night.. but they'll never ever find that cure
for love.. there ain't no drink no drug.. (ah tell them, angels).. there's nothing pure enough to be a cure
for love..

I see you in the subway and I see you on the bus [actually, I might change this to taxis, I'm thinking.. or maybe
a good limo service].. I see you lying down with me, I see you waking up.. I see your hand, I see your [better not say,
actually].. your robes ‘n your wigs and your [hush].. and I call to you, I call to you, but I don't call soft enough
[only his lordship really understands what I’m referring to here].. there ain't no cure, there ain't no cure.. there
ain't no cure for love..

I walked into this empty church, I had no place else to go.. when the sweetest voice I ever heard, whispered to
my soul.. I don't need to be forgiven for loving you so much.. it's written in the scriptures, it's written there in
blood.. .. I even heard the angels declare it from above.. there ain't no
cure, there ain't no cure, there ain't no cure for love..

There ain't no cure for love.. there ain't no cure for love.. all the rocket ships are climbing through the sky..
the holy books are open wide.. the doctors working day and night, but they'll never ever find that cure.. that
cure for love..

Incurably yours,

violet flower (of the pretty green stem).. (that's his Lordship's pet name for me, actually.. a bit lengthy for a
pet name, I guess, but with all the court room speeches 'n things he needs to write he can get pretty verbose
at times, so one needs to cut him some slack, I think)..


Actually, I considered sending a copy of this letter too to Bill Shakepseare (since I’ve been doing quite well with that), but then reasoned that Leonard is getting on in years, and maybe he’d appreciate some ready-made lyrics, as it were, since the sentiments it espouses do seem to be right up his alley.. well, with the exception of a few minor details.. like his Lordship’s robes ‘n things.. I mean, Leonard could just throw in some bracelets, a tooth brush ‘n what not, which should fix things right up, I think..

Anyway.. (to return to recovery).. some people at this rehab place are lifer’s.. then again, like me, some only started their recovery recently.. and we're in, oh, about a thousand kisses deep, I’d say, which sounds like a lot, but, really it isn’t.. not with this particular addiction.. but some of them there--– gosh they’re in for ten, twenty thousand kisses, or even more.. and at a certain point, I mean, you can’t even count them anymore.. so.. we’re talking some major major making out, it seems..

.. ANWAY.. I read my letter, and of course they all went on an on about what a monster this Lordship person must be to evoke in me such repetitiveness.. oh, and about how I’m wrong, how there IS a cure.. how there ARE drugs that can help.. blah blah blah.. I mean, I gotta say.. boring [zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz].. gosh, I almost fell asleep just having to sit there and listen to them going on and on like that..

.. 'course, when we finally made it to the break where they were serving this great castley coffee.. and dunk 'n mote doughnuts (why is this suddenly reminding me of Sir Falloff??).. anyway, it was only then that they told me what they REALLY thought ('course we added some of Lady K's special whiskey (I borrowed) to the castley coffee by this point) (yes, kissy k, I know that's a travesty, but you need to understand that a lot of these guys happen to be Irish, and that's how they all start their mornings on that miserable dankish-Irish bog of the misbegotten, in case you wondered where the expression "Irish castley coffee" even comes from).. anyway, the point is, most of them loved my letter, and some of them decided, right there and then, that they would go back to longing, since without it -- well, I mean-- what’s the opposite of longing?? shortening??.. and let’s face it, that’s fattening.. and these guys (there were mostly guys there for some reason) didn’t need to see any more of those dunk 'n mote doughnuts, that’s for sure.. (they had those kind of tire-shaped-middles as it was).. so.. none of this “recovery” work was doing them much good.. ANYWAY.. they all promised to keep in touch, and I left before the pear-shaped counselor guy could get his big fat mote-dunked-doughnut-prone mitts on my slender person.. yikes, that was a close one (!!)..

.. oh.. and now that I’m back in my tower, I decided to -- slip away from the king, actually, who seemed to be imploring me with those big hang-dog Irish eyes of his.. and then I went up about a hundred more flights to check in on Hank Williams, since I’ve heard for a long time that I could probably find him up there.. certainly he's kept me awake nights with all that coughing..

.. anyway, I was surprised to find how helpful he was.. (and he wasn’t even coming on).. [oh, and by the way, Queen Cate: I told him that you appreciated how diligent he was about paying the rent ‘n stuff]..

.. anyway, when I asked him how lonely does it get, he said “very”.. (just for the record).. he also told me how he himself was very disappointed in most of his friends who have succumbed to this “recovery” nonsense.. He even cleared his throat and managed to do a number for me.. (oh, but before that I assured him that I wasn’t going to kill him (silly man) (although I did tell him I couldn’t vouch for the Queen on that count).. [actually, Queen Cate: he mentioned something about these twenty-seven angels, and would I tie him to the table, and so I thought I’d mention that, since maybe you’d be doing him a favor if you just took him down to your torture chamber in the basement and had your way with him].. [just a thought, as the man seems fairly receptive in that respect]..

.. anyway.. here’s my new kindred-spirit friend in Longing and Recovery From Recovery work.. (L. & R.F.R.w.).. Oh, also (forgot to mention).. THESE are some of the guys I met in "recovery".. [oh, wait.. this is Hank Williams junior].. [I keep forgetting this is a famous father and son situation]..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Op7YXeUPwYs
FULL SCREEN..

.. here's Dad.. (on his lost highway that junior was talkin' about)..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tcIgQWdWWag
FULL SCREEN..

Signing out from.. oh, maybe floor 17 of my tower of writerly aplomb,
Incurably Sweet Princess Violet (flower) (of the pretty green stem).. xx x.. (hey, Lady Kissy K.. why don't we go out and get drunk n' loud 'n stuff???)..


TOWER OF SONG

My friends are gone
and my hair is grey.
I ache in the places
where I used to play.
And I'm crazy for love
but I'm not coming on.
I'm just paying my rent
every day in the tower
of song.

I said to Hank Williams:
“How lonely does it get?”
Hank Williams hasn't
answered yet,
but I hear him coughing
all night long,
a hundred floors above
me, in the tower of song.

I was born like this,
I had no choice.
I was born with the
gift of a golden voice,
and twenty-seven angels
from the great beyond,
they tied me to this table
right here in the tower
of song.

So you can stick your little
pins in that voodoo doll,
I'm very sorry, baby,
doesn't look like me at all.
I'm standing by the window
where the light is strong.
They don't let a woman
kill you, not in the tower
of song.

Now you can say that I've
grown bitter, but of this
you may be sure:
The rich have got their
channels in the bedrooms
of the poor,
and there's a mighty
judgment coming, but I may
be wrong.
You see, you hear these
funny voices, in the tower
of song.

I see you standing
on the other side.
I don't know how the river
got so wide.
I loved you, I loved
you way back when --
And all the bridges
are burning that we
might have crossed,
but I feel so close
to everything that we lost --
We'll never, we’ll never
have to lose it again.

So I bid you farewell,
I don't know when I'll be
back.
They’re moving us tomorrow
to that tower down the track.
But you'll be hearing from me,
baby, long after I'm gone.
I'll be speaking to you sweetly
from my window in the tower
of song.

My friends are gone and my
hair is grey.
I ache in the places where
I used to play.
And I'm crazy for love, but
I'm not coming on.
I'm just paying my rent
every day in the tower of song.

TOWER OF SONG

My friends are gone
and my hair is grey.
I ache in the places
where I used to play.
And I'm crazy for love
but I'm not coming on.
I'm just paying my rent
every day in the tower
of song.

I said to Hank Williams:
“How lonely does it get?”
Hank Williams hasn't
answered yet,
but I hear him coughing
all night long,
a hundred floors above
me, in the tower of song.

I was born like this,
I had no choice.
I was born with the
gift of a golden voice,
and twenty-seven angels
from the great beyond,
they tied me to this table
right here in the tower
of song.

So you can stick your little
pins in that voodoo doll,
I'm very sorry, baby,
doesn't look like me at all.
I'm standing by the window
where the light is strong.
They don't let a woman
kill you, not in the tower
of song.

Now you can say that I've
grown bitter, but of this
you may be sure:
The rich have got their
channels in the bedrooms
of the poor,
and there's a mighty
judgment coming, but I may
be wrong.
You see, you hear these
funny voices, in the tower
of song.

I see you standing
on the other side.
I don't know how the river
got so wide.
I loved you, I loved
you way back when --
And all the bridges
are burning that we
might have crossed,
but I feel so close
to everything that we lost --
We'll never, we’ll never
have to lose it again.

So I bid you farewell,
I don't know when I'll be
back.
They’re moving us tomorrow
to that tower down the track.
But you'll be hearing from me,
baby, long after I'm gone.
I'll be speaking to you sweetly
from my window in the tower
of song.

My friends are gone and my
hair is grey.
I ache in the places where
I used to play.
And I'm crazy for love, but
I'm not coming on.
I'm just paying my rent
every day in the tower of song.

TOWER OF SONG

My friends are gone
and my hair is grey.
I ache in the places
where I used to play.
And I'm crazy for love
but I'm not coming on.
I'm just paying my rent
every day in the tower
of song.

I said to Hank Williams:
“How lonely does it get?”
Hank Williams hasn't
answered yet,
but I hear him coughing
all night long,
a hundred floors above
me, in the tower of song.

I was born like this,
I had no choice.
I was born with the
gift of a golden voice,
and twenty-seven angels
from the great beyond,
they tied me to this table
right here in the tower
of song.

So you can stick your little
pins in that voodoo doll,
I'm very sorry, baby,
doesn't look like me at all.
I'm standing by the window
where the light is strong.
They don't let a woman
kill you, not in the tower
of song.

Now you can say that I've
grown bitter, but of this
you may be sure:
The rich have got their
channels in the bedrooms
of the poor,
and there's a mighty
judgment coming, but I may
be wrong.
You see, you hear these
funny voices, in the tower
of song.

I see you standing
on the other side.
I don't know how the river
got so wide.
I loved you, I loved
you way back when --
And all the bridges
are burning that we
might have crossed,
but I feel so close
to everything that we lost --
We'll never, we’ll never
have to lose it again.

So I bid you farewell,
I don't know when I'll be
back.
They’re moving us tomorrow
to that tower down the track.
But you'll be hearing from me,
baby, long after I'm gone.
I'll be speaking to you sweetly
from my window in the tower
of song.

My friends are gone and my
hair is grey.
I ache in the places where
I used to play.
And I'm crazy for love, but
I'm not coming on.
I'm just paying my rent
every day in the tower of song.

TOWER OF SONG

My friends are gone
and my hair is grey.
I ache in the places
where I used to play.
And I'm crazy for love
but I'm not coming on.
I'm just paying my rent
every day in the tower
of song.

I said to Hank Williams:
“How lonely does it get?”
Hank Williams hasn't
answered yet,
but I hear him coughing
all night long,
a hundred floors above
me, in the tower of song.

I was born like this,
I had no choice.
I was born with the
gift of a golden voice,
and twenty-seven angels
from the great beyond,
they tied me to this table
right here in the tower
of song.

So you can stick your little
pins in that voodoo doll,
I'm very sorry, baby,
doesn't look like me at all.
I'm standing by the window
where the light is strong.
They don't let a woman
kill you, not in the tower
of song.

Now you can say that I've
grown bitter, but of this
you may be sure:
The rich have got their
channels in the bedrooms
of the poor,
and there's a mighty
judgment coming, but I may
be wrong.
You see, you hear these
funny voices, in the tower
of song.

I see you standing
on the other side.
I don't know how the river
got so wide.
I loved you, I loved
you way back when --
And all the bridges
are burning that we
might have crossed,
but I feel so close
to everything that we lost --
We'll never, we’ll never
have to lose it again.

So I bid you farewell,
I don't know when I'll be
back.
They’re moving us tomorrow
to that tower down the track.
But you'll be hearing from me,
baby, long after I'm gone.
I'll be speaking to you sweetly
from my window in the tower
of song.

My friends are gone and my
hair is grey.
I ache in the places where
I used to play.
And I'm crazy for love, but
I'm not coming on.
I'm just paying my rent
every day in the tower of song.

TOWER OF SONG

My friends are gone
and my hair is grey.
I ache in the places
where I used to play.
And I'm crazy for love
but I'm not coming on.
I'm just paying my rent
every day in the tower
of song.

I said to Hank Williams:
“How lonely does it get?”
Hank Williams hasn't
answered yet,
but I hear him coughing
all night long,
a hundred floors above
me, in the tower of song.

I was born like this,
I had no choice.
I was born with the
gift of a golden voice,
and twenty-seven angels
from the great beyond,
they tied me to this table
right here in the tower
of song.

So you can stick your little
pins in that voodoo doll,
I'm very sorry, baby,
doesn't look like me at all.
I'm standing by the window
where the light is strong.
They don't let a woman
kill you, not in the tower
of song.

Now you can say that I've
grown bitter, but of this
you may be sure:
The rich have got their
channels in the bedrooms
of the poor,
and there's a mighty
judgment coming, but I may
be wrong.
You see, you hear these
funny voices, in the tower
of song.

I see you standing
on the other side.
I don't know how the river
got so wide.
I loved you, I loved
you way back when --
And all the bridges
are burning that we
might have crossed,
but I feel so close
to everything that we lost --
We'll never, we’ll never
have to lose it again.

So I bid you farewell,
I don't know when I'll be
back.
They’re moving us tomorrow
to that tower down the track.
But you'll be hearing from me,
baby, long after I'm gone.
I'll be speaking to you sweetly
from my window in the tower
of song.

My friends are gone and my
hair is grey.
I ache in the places where
I used to play.
And I'm crazy for love, but
I'm not coming on.
I'm just paying my rent
every day in the tower of song.



latest edits.. I've been moseying through here, and tweaked this a bit.. minor stuff.. it's an interminably long post.. (sorry about that, folks)..

[Karren B]

And this is recovery????

Sweet princess violet

You know this is maybe not my best day of the week. but welcome back.. (I thought you had succumbed to some evil force!!)

I did try and read your very long testimony but due to the fact that i took you at your word

(hey, Lady Kissy K.. why don't we go out and get drunk n' loud 'n stuff???)..

i didn't really take much of it in...

Nice to know that you are back and look forward to deciphering your post later...

Kissy K
Lady in waiting
Had a few too many (Whisky without an e...proper stuff, not that irish ****) Sorry King G.
XXXX

Hope you have tucked kwills in properly...if anyone could fall out of bed kwills could!!!...I wanted kwills for something but i still can't quite remember what!

[Violet]

.. oh, hi Kissy Lady K.. I was just adding a few more football-field lengths to that tower of song when you stopped in..

... yeah, I'm not sure that's the post to read when you're bleary eyed, although most of us in "recovery" were pretty bleary eyed at the end there, and I normally don't even drink coffee (!)..

.. okay, til later.. (oh, the king looked disappointed I wouldn't oblige him before.. it is beneath my rank, after all -- although, as I've suggested before, 'tis beneath yours as well, Kissy Lady K. -- HEY, let's advertise for a CHAMBER MAID.. the king would like that, methinks.. you know, someone wearing one of those low-cut, peasanty blouse numbers.. although that's going to mean MORE polishing, I'm afraid).. (geez.. there really is no cure for this, is there??)..

.. anyway, we'll ask the queen what she thinks, I guess.. (where is the evilish one, by the way???)..

s.p.v. (fl.). xx x

[Karren B]

Dearest SPV(f)(god that took me ages to do that)

I have not seen Queen Cate for some time. Maybe she has some polishing of her own to do? (as long as she doesn't want these ruby slippers back...King G gave them to me for services rendered)

Do we need a chambermaid? Would this mean i couldn't polish the Kings Sword any more? (I like polishing his Sword...even when he spills the polish everywhere.)

Lady K (under the influence as usual for a wednesday)

xxxx