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wellinghall) wrote2015-11-05 05:44 pm
wellinghall) wrote2015-11-05 05:44 pm
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More on the London Flyer
My dear Cecily, what a journey! First there was the plumbing. A leak is not what I needed. Still, the young man who came to mend it was very nice, especially when he took off his shirt. I tried to get him to stay, but he had to go onto another cabin to fix the pipes there. Maybe they had more luck with him than I did!
And then there was the cold! One does not expect a heat wave over the north Atlantic in September, but really! I had my shawl, of course, and the steward came round with extra blankets; but it was literally freezing!
And then the dirigible had to climb to get above the storms, and then it had to claim even higher. The captain announced that he was discharging his ballast (have I got that right? - it sounds rather rude), and it made a dreadful noise as the water drained away, so we could go up above the storm; and we all had to stay in our cabins, so that we could use the oxygen.
And that poor Mr Habbakuk Jepherson! Such a shame - he was always so polite, and with that fine beard of his. Much nicer than the other gentleman from the Vinland and Norumbega Road - you know, the one we met at Lady Severn and Thames' party - uncouth, I call it, and his north Iceland accent just made it worse.
And the police say they are confident, but they don't seem to be doing anything. My brother says that they haven't found the stiletto yet; and they aren't even trying to find the air pirates, when everyone knows they must be behind it.
But still, I am here now, and a few days at Claridge's have set me right. We are so looking forward to your dinner on Friday, and to meeting the happy couple.
With all good wishes
Honoria
And then there was the cold! One does not expect a heat wave over the north Atlantic in September, but really! I had my shawl, of course, and the steward came round with extra blankets; but it was literally freezing!
And then the dirigible had to climb to get above the storms, and then it had to claim even higher. The captain announced that he was discharging his ballast (have I got that right? - it sounds rather rude), and it made a dreadful noise as the water drained away, so we could go up above the storm; and we all had to stay in our cabins, so that we could use the oxygen.
And that poor Mr Habbakuk Jepherson! Such a shame - he was always so polite, and with that fine beard of his. Much nicer than the other gentleman from the Vinland and Norumbega Road - you know, the one we met at Lady Severn and Thames' party - uncouth, I call it, and his north Iceland accent just made it worse.
And the police say they are confident, but they don't seem to be doing anything. My brother says that they haven't found the stiletto yet; and they aren't even trying to find the air pirates, when everyone knows they must be behind it.
But still, I am here now, and a few days at Claridge's have set me right. We are so looking forward to your dinner on Friday, and to meeting the happy couple.
With all good wishes
Honoria
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