You are cordially invited to a Pot-luck Supper and an Elegant and Stimulating Soirée, 8pm for 8:30pm tomorrow. Bring a dish - to be detailed - and your talents to amuse. But don’t bring Lulu, or Bobo, or anyone along similar lines.
Dress: preferable
Carriages: you weren’t thinking of driving, were you? And a minicab at this time is frankly Russian Roulette. Therefore you’ll have to stay over if not in lurching distance. No midnight feasts, apple-pie beds or Stories. Only just prised one guest from last time out of the plaster. Wrought havoc with me dado, that did. And she was very Shaken and is still Going On about it.
Knock our collective eye out, Darling! You know you can.
But < little anxious voice > you will be doing clothes as well, won’t you? < /voice > Only one must avoid taking a chill, I feel.
o god, already we are in to the Exceptions.
Yes, you may bring Kiki. But only because because, see. I don’t want to sett a president or anything (and the badgers have been inconvenienced by bits of Bush hither and yon and are outraged and are writing to The Telegraph)
Fond though I am of Brother Brock, he does rather tend to write to The Telegraph (the sports coverage is excellent, you know…)
