"Heavens me....I was out in the garden tending to the calla lillies, with Mrs. Pitnick at my side, when suddenly, I am soaked to the bone and that damned Priscilla is nowhere to be seen with my summer parasol! Needless to say, I had a frightful chill, dreading that I would have a relapse of the rheumatiz, and be forced to winter again in Biarritz. Fortunately, that handsome young stable boy, oh what's his name, you know, the one with the cleft chin and the proud buttocks, came along and wrapped Mrs. Pitnick and I in his blanket, which smelled of musty steed and scotch whiskey, and somehow he guided us through the torrent into the groomsmen's shed. It was only after a providential interruption of the deluge that we were able to retreat to the back entrance of the parlor, where that frightful Priscilla was raising quite the ruckus about the water dripping on the Oriental rug. 'You prissy little trollop,' I cursed her in a fit of pique befitting Lady Bracknell herself, 'can't you see that Mrs. Pitnick and I were nearly drowned like Spanish sailors and that we must be attended to at once?' And I slapped her across the pate -- oh, I know such a thing shouldn't be done but I was in such a state. Hand to the almighty, it worked, and Priscilla was back on her knees, 'So sorry, missus,' and she fetches the good blankets, you know the one's we got at that little shop near Claridge's, and snuggles us next to the fire. Finally, a moment of rest...Mrs. Pitnick is out cold, snoring softly, the poor dear, and I am left with a hot toddy and the memory of that stable boy's cleft chin and the rough aroma of the groomsmen's shed. Such excitement for one day, I tell you, I can't imagine how I could bear such an ordeal. The House of Possum is not one to be shaken, as pa-pah used to say, but sometimes the power of nature can be...overwhelming."

Thank you for re-posting this here. It's so much easier to find than going back to CO all the time.
love it!
whiskers
Posted by: Whiskers | April 06, 2008 at 09:54 AM
Yippee! Thanks for keeping your word! Wonderful. Look forward to more.
Posted by: Furbabies | April 06, 2008 at 08:05 PM
Now this is more like it.
Posted by: Subhangi | April 06, 2008 at 10:23 PM
Verra cute story. That stable boy sounds like trouble, though...sexy, rugged, romantic trouble.
Posted by: angrycupcake | April 07, 2008 at 10:50 AM
I think you could put Diana Gabaldon to shame!
Posted by: Carrie | April 07, 2008 at 12:11 PM
Fun, fun, fun. You are a very fine photographer as well as a kick-ass short storyist.
Congratulations on your own expressive outlet.
Have fun!
Katrina
P.S. stop procrastinating and get back to work!
Posted by: Katrina | April 13, 2008 at 03:56 PM
Thank you Katrina (and all) but just for the record, this particular photo is not mine. If there's a hyperlink on the photo (usually cuteoverload), it means that I just ripped it off from somewhere else.
Posted by: jds | April 13, 2008 at 04:10 PM