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One now has wallpaper….  …but I mean, look at the state of it!  Who was this workman?  Meanwhile, Mary is finding the new power shower hard to come to terms with.  I suppose it’s understandable after growing up with a pail of water in a freezing scullery. I’ve a suspicion she hankers after it still.  Continue reading “Episode Two. Series Three”

 It seems one now has a bath – and lighting, such as it is I can’t see the Devil of the point of the thing:     And as for that shower chappie over there.    It seems old Lav is the only one who can get in there  Marjorie finally agreed to the sitting room cumContinue reading “Series Three of The Amanda Ann Family Show”

One has moved house: Lord Posh managing to wangle some money from our lost country estate and all that.   Unfortunately, Marjorie finds the house so common, she won’t even sit in the room.  I actually wanted this room to be our bedroom.  Hence the pink.  A kind of a love palace, if you will.  MeContinue reading “The Amanda Ann Family Spring Special”

Sadly, the trauma of Ken’s insensitive intrusion, and Lord Posh’s knockback meant Marjorie moving out of the family home:  Lord Posh offered her his pied-a-terre in London.  Great location, if somewhat bijou.  Begged her not to go, natch.  But Marjorie was determined.   I know there are things in life called fresh starts, and shamContinue reading “PART EIGHT”

Meanwhile, Lavinia did not take Alistair’s ill-timed flight very well….  “Goodbye, Cruel World!”, she sobs Fortunately, Mary made a timely entry:  “Oh Miss Lav!  Please don’t!  Get up at once!  He’s not worth it!  Besides, that thing hasn’t been connected for years!” Lavinia, despite her sleepy state, acknowledged that that was why the maid’s cakesContinue reading “EPISODE SEVEN”

That night, while our household slept fitfully, there was a menacing shadow across our happy home.    Mary, aroused from her sick bed, began to fear the worst. Cold and alone, (Alistair tactfully moving out),  she bravely crept up to our sleeping chamber:   “Master Paul!  I beg you to wake!” “Now Mary”, I said groggily, “WeContinue reading “EPISODE SIX”

  Sadly, Mary’s worst fears were  confirmed, and she was confined to bed  And so, not only did Alistair have to diagnose Mary and break the sad news to her,  he also had to explain about his hasty engagement with the fresh, young, one-armed milkmaiden downstairs in Mary’s kitchen!  One that he didn’t even have to marry! Continue reading “EPISODE FIVE”

Needless to say, Lavinia turned up her nose at Lord Posh’s proposal.  She had no desire to go childrearing in some draughty estate in the middle of nowhere.   The old boy took it right on the chin, being a decent sort and that.  But despite his gusto, I could see his loneliness, so I invitedContinue reading “EPISODE FOUR”

Please excuse me talking to you from my dressing-room.  Playing at some wretched venue in Greenwich.  Nothing but bookings at the moment.  The 02 beckons, what!  Excuse Fang, my new dog by the way, he’s just there in case some of those fans get a bit close!  Meanwhile, Marjorie did not know whether to beContinue reading “EPISODE THREE”

Meanwhile, Lavinia, now tag-free, watches “her” Alastiar from under her long lashes: And She pounces on him one day, when he goes to wash his hands after a kitten delivery.  Mary being out at the post office, and Mrs Slag bathing the children   “Alastair!”, she cried, “You belong to me!  Why did you go offContinue reading “EPISODE TWO”