wellinghall: (Purdeys)
I dragged myself upwards from the deep sea of sleep, through the lightening green and blue to the shallows, and then to the surface. As I did so, I saw Ned's face as he bent over me, boater at the most perfect angle, smiling and then pursing his lips for ...

And I woke, and I was in my bed in Holywell Manor, alone. Damn! Still, it was only another three weeks until the wedding; and Lady Schrapnell had promised to hide the bishop's birdstump entirely with flowers.

"Perrt? PERRT?" And there was Penwiper, wanting strokes, and cuddles, and breakfast.
wellinghall: (Gyrfalcon)
"Oh very well, Jeeves"; or, another drabble
http://wellinghall.livejournal.com/486487.html

Overheard in Mid-Yorks CID
http://wellinghall.livejournal.com/627897.html

Father forgive me, for I have committed fiction (part one)
http://wellinghall.livejournal.com/647187.html

In which I start a new job, and get to know a little more about Swannage (part two)
http://wellinghall.livejournal.com/1129007.html

The Wanderer's lament for a cooked breakfast
http://wellinghall.livejournal.com/768739.html

The Stake; with apologies to Saki (HH Munro) and to Lois McMaster Bujold
http://wellinghall.livejournal.com/1070323.html

Steampunk (part one)
http://wellinghall.livejournal.com/1043838.html

The VNRR strikes back (part two)
http://wellinghall.livejournal.com/1054579.html

I have contributed to the three-sentence ficathon
http://rthstewart.dreamwidth.org/119267.html
wellinghall: (Beech marten)
"Reg? It's Pete Pascoe. How are you?"

"Good, good. Anyway, remember that counterfeiting ring we broke up a few years ago? Well, the word is that they've reformed, and are looking to move in on your territory."

"Yes, Wieldy got a hint from one of his snouts. And Wieldy says he's usually pretty reliable."

"Yes, I'll let you know if we hear anything else."

"Not at all. I owe you one - well, more than one! Take care now. Oh, and Ellie asked me to pass on her love to Dora."

"Okay, see you next time I'm in Kingsmarkham. Bye now."
wellinghall: (Wimsey)
"I'm going to lunch at the Ritz with Aunt Dahlia, Jeeves."

"In that hat, sir? Besides, Mr Fink-Nottle has just rung to say that Miss Bassett has called off their engagement."

"Crikey, Jeeves! You know what this means, don't you?"

"Indeed, sir. May I suggest a long trip to the south of France? I have taken the liberty of booking two tickets on the boat train."

"Well done, Jeeves!"

"There is just one thing, sir. You will need to remain inconspicuous while on the beach. I am afraid that the hat will have to go."

"Oh very well, Jeeves."
wellinghall: (Wimsey)
The bell rang from the bathroom. The words, "heart attack!" formed in Bunter's mind, to be replaced by the still more alarming, "no soap!"

He left the eggs and went through. One glance at Lord Peter's face told him that his first thought had been correct; it was suffused with purple. It was also underwater; and no bubbles came from the nose.

Bunter thought for a moment. He would need to ring the doctor first, and then Inspector Parker. But first he would want the keys for the safe. He had wanted that f/2.8 astigmat lens for quite a while.

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