Repose

Pretend I'm a jolly fat man.

[A tree is erected in the library at the manor. Another is placed in the foyer. Both are professionally decorated and huge. The manor itself is decorated, as well, with garland, holly, lights, and bulbs. And when snow begins to fall and stick, passersby, those who like to trawl the lakeside mansions for photos, come and sit outside the gates to stare and photograph.

The carnival is decked out, as well, with a 30-foot Christmas tree in the main tent.]

[Batfam+ lock: Leena B, Misha B, Cat C, Tim D, Dick G, Sasha J, Abe W, Stephanie M, Eddie N, Holly R, Con T, Jason W]
I will have food provided on the 25th. If you wish to celebrate, it will be at the manor. Those at the carnival will be invited. You may invite whoever else you desire.

[Locked to Naila a-K]
Aunt. [He deletes the message.]

[FLEET: Misha B]
What is this?

[Public minus Manning T and Iris M]

I'm looking for an artist. A good one, who I can pay to do a family portrait from a photo.

Gin fueled can’t sleep thoughts by yours truly. I know you’ve all missed me and my views on the world. Sorry, I got weirdly into football.

Hobby horse jousting but on roller skates. Yay or nay?

I’m glad they made Gaston 200 more times evil in the live action movie because I’d have bit right into that. Madame Gaston? Yes please.

I counted all my hats. Guess how many I have.

I literally live in a B&B down the street from my actual house. But now I can say things like “I’m going up north for the weekend” even if it’s like spitting distance north.

I spilled gin on the carpet.

I once had a rabbit that looked like Winston Churchill. She was a girl but I named her Winston anyway. I called her Winnie.

What kind of cookies does everyone want me to burn for Christmas?