The Countess of Brighton and Hackney Diaries


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The celebrations for the 20th birthday of Blue Sky Yonder, Queen of the Mushroom Fairies, came and went as was expected. The usual smattering of genuine love was poisoned with an angst more usual to Christmas but we all got through it. Champagne flowed as did vodka and even gin.

Shane of Hollingbury arrived with a handsome colleague who quite beguiled the Lady Pembleton-Fraser.

Sir Dantanian Belton, the painter himself, brought more company and we were all in the throws of yet another fabulous night at the palace.

Later, as if nothing could improve on the party exuberance, Lady Emily arrived with a pole......not a pole by nationality but a pole by design. It was erected post haste and Lady Emily entertained us with her cavorting. Jono of Eire also tried although his efforts were less successful. I have enclosed an image and hope you are not of too delicate a nature to absorb it.

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Since then I am in full recovery as well as spirits and today was able to chaperon mother to a centre for back care in Kemptown, a gay and happy section of my borough of Brighton. 

What fun your Countess was to have!

The Hall of Disability was filled with an array of zimmer frames with which your Countess had much fun. Some had wheels on the front and not at the rear, some no wheels at all, others seemingly wheels everywhere. Some had breakage devices and compartments for one's gin and tonic! Some are so antiquated in design as to resemble old towel rails whilst others mix textures and materials and look like a stark exhibit at MOMA. 

And there were other design items quite enchanting....mostly involving high degrees of padding and magnification. Why, one left with quite a spring in one's step.....well why not.... at least while your Countess is able to? The future looks bright. 

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Now, 'twas on the carriageway homeward that I insisted the driver stop so that we were able to pass time at the Tea Cosy in Kemptown.

http://www.theteacosy.co.uk/

The Lady Pembletoon-Fraser of Edinburgh was so delighted to be in the company of such sophistication and charm that she fair forgot the problems of her back that had driven us to Kemptown in the first place.

Now, readers, watch your etiquette and keep in mind the rules of the tea house when there for I have been informed by the Foxy Warrior (of the Johnston clan) that anyone swearing will be removed from the premises post haste without so much as an 'is that real squirty cream in your scone?'

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God Bless Britain and Tea.

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