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I can’t believe it, we won first prize at the Summer Fayre! Afternoon tea at Grand Manor, the palatial residence of Lady Violet Smythe. She actually a Smith, but she doesn’t think that sounds posh enough. Don’t let on I told you!
Here we are. Look at these magnificent iron gates. Open sesame, open sesame!
There they go! I’ll park next to her Bentley. Oh, her chauffer’s telling us to park round the back.
Before we go in, let’s remind ourselves of the ground rules.
Bow your head as you say hello, do not attempt to shake hands, do not sit until invited, do not speak unless spoken to and do not tread on her tiny dog, Teeny Weeny; yes, that really is its name!
We’ll probably be offered a little glass of sherry; drink it whether you like it or not. Then some Earl Grey tea in a dainty china cup. When you pick it up, point your pinky finger. Be especially careful if Teeny Weeny jumps on your lap.
She’ll probably serve cucumber sandwiches, followed by scones, jam, and cream. Whatever you do don’t drop any crumbs, or feed Teeny Weeny.
Right, ready? Here we go.
Tug the bell chain, ding-dong!
The doors are opening, and…oh no, there goes Teeny Weeny!
Catch him…
Catch him…
Not a good start!
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Thanks to Sadje for hosting What Do You See?



Sounds like a scene right out of BritiBox! Love this, dear Keith. Very funny and realistic.
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…now you come to mention it! Cheers, Nancy.
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Oh no! The plan is ruined by the bouncy puppy. Loved your story. Just like Downton Abbey. Thanks for joining in.
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It was certianly not the best start!
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😱
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That’s a great tale Keith, I was right there with you at the threshold!😃 and a good job bringing in the two photo prompts because they don’t readily make good partners🙌
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Thanks, Ange, I hope you behaved yourself!
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No not really… I was a little windy that day…..wherever you maybe let your wind blow free😊
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Oh no! I am want to say-“Just my luck!” loved this!
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Go on, say it! Thanks, Jodi.
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I hope the gate was shut after you drove in.
Fun story!
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Fortunately it shut itself! Thanks, Mimi.
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Laughing so hard I’m now coughing!!! Here’s an idea: have someone (a professional) extract a few of your brain cells, do whatever is needed to whirl it together in a pharmaceutical lab, bottle and sell it for beneficial anti-depressant med…you’d make gobs of money!
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What can I say? Thanks once again for a delightful comment – I’ll consider your suggestion!
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Have a blessed day!
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super fun – and a posh enough name – hahah
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She certainly thinks so! Thanks, Yevette
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;0)
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Oops!
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Very oopsie!
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Love this, Keith. Made me think of Downton Abbey!
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