...to be an angel. OK, so that is never going to happen, but we have to make a resolution in the New Year don't we? No, probably not. Well folks happy new year, I hope you had a good holiday period. I certainly enjoyed myself and was the domestic goddess of all things food at christmas. I am now back in London and am probably in need of some much overdue punishment so I do contact me if you wish to punish me for my crimes! Who will be first I wonder?
In other news my next party is on 27th January in Central London. The ladies are maids of the famous stately home Fossil Hall, where the elderly Lord of the manor has had a little too much to contend with. The ladies have 'accidently' broken one of his priceless Faberge eggs, drunk as a result of a rather successful raid of the estate's wine cellar. The Lord is now down six bottles of Mouton Rothschild 1978, bottles of wine worth about £800 EACH! One maid, a Leia-Ann Woods, whilst washing and ironing has managed to shrink a pair of the Lord's favourite designer trousers, so much so they leave NOTHING to the imagination and are the pair he had planned to wear to the Ammonite Appreciation Annual ball. This cannot go on! His once orderly house has been disrupted beyond imagination. The Lord of the manor invites you to punish all the ladies in his service, with particular attention to Miss Woods who has been set a cold caning as punishment for her lack of attention to detail.
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