Mesdames, Messieurs, Mes Darlings
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.
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.