Keys to Wonderland

It's a mess.

I hate going into the basement. It's dank and skittery in there.

Dee should do this herself.

Hrmm... do I know any Hearts?

Tick Tock Tick Tock Goes the nervous clock. Round and round its whiskers go, but when shall it stop?

For the 'fun' of the games all of my Terrific, Extraordinary, Astonishing, Specialty teas are half off or best offer.

It makes me want to say something about odds and favours, but I don't need any so thanks!

As much as I adore 'Min, I need an evening away. We can't always be holed up together in our own little bubble.

[screened from what passes for "law-enforcement"]

I need something to do.
Someone give me something to do.

Nothing is too crazy, it simply means I'll charge more.

I found my hat! At least, I hope it was my hat. It was just there. It looked kinda sad, so I figured it was mine as my hats get sad when I'm not wearing them. (I have three hats.)

Well, I just want to say I found my hat, so everyone can stop looking.

And my stomach just growled. When did I last eat...

It seem there's a drove of newcomers about now, and while I wouldn't normally think to advertise like this if anyone is looking for employment the Dumpington Farms could always use able-bodied workers. We pay a fair wage, have on-site housing, and you get to work with your hands. Also, the work is year-round.

Do feel free to direct any inquiries to me.

My lovely sister is fluttering about the house tossing dresses about the room in a tizzy. A delightfully bouncy dizzy.

(Images of said bouncy tizzy can be bought and purchased later for those who may want the... visual splendor. The more bouncy the more coin you'll need though.)

However, this also means shopping. I don't mind the dress shopping. It is kind of nice being fitted and pampered.

It's the expense. Two of everything. Two of the same dresses, the same shoes, the same unmentionables.

Ah well. There's bouncing to enjoy and profit from. I wonder if I can convince her to do this in less.

Ah, what a day. I was speaking with someone -- can't remember who, mind you --about the latest crop-picking innovation we've come up with, when it occurred to me that in the three years I've taken over the farm I've done more to increase our profits and output than my father did in all the time he owned the place. I'm not one to toot my own horn, but sometimes I feel it's warranted.

Now then, I think I should go into town and see if I can't commission some new finery for me to wear out and about. Have to keep myself looking good, on the off chance I meet the next Duchess of Dumpty.