Introductory post

[sergeant_harper]

Someone told my secretary and she told me and here I am.
I'm honoured to be invited to join you and I look forward to making new friends.

If you know little or nothing about me, here's the general introduction.
I'm Irish. That goes without saying, or rather, with saying, as it's obvious as soon as I open my mouth

Comments

[avenginggoddess]

*Pops up from out of nowhere* What's a blarney?

[sergeant_harper]

Blarney Castle in southern Eire has a hole in the battlements. Anyone dangling/dangled through this (over the castle walls) can reach to kiss what is known as the Blarney stone and will receive the 'gift of the blarney' which means they will be articulate and eloquent/talk too much. Many native Irish are so gifted at birth and don't need to do the dangling/kissing thing. I have visited the castle but my family are quite sure I was gifted at birth so I declined a friend's offer to hold me over the walls.

[sweariwontdie]

"Yours lets you call her a secretary? I'm jealous."

With a smile, he bows. "I'm Armand St. Just."

[sergeant_harper]

She's very insistent that she isn't a typist and that anyway, there were no typewriters during the Napoleonic wars. There were, however, secretaries, and even Wellington had one.

(You really ought to know this yourself as you're from the same period of history as me so I suggest you explain anachronisms to her).

Bows in return. "I'm honoured to meet you, Sir, and know that although you're a Frenchie you're on the side of the angels, so to speak."

[sweariwontdie]

"I've read a bit of history, monsieur. The Terror isn't the Empire, but I am very grateful to the British for giving me refuge." Still, he's amazed to see someone coming in with such assurance. "Mine juggles anachronisms all the time. She just makes me learn new words. And of course, this Mansion forces a few on us."

[sergeant_harper]

If it hadn't been for your Terror,there'd have been no Empire and I wouldn't be marching through mud in this god-forsaken plain. I'm glad the British helped you; I just sometimes wish they'd help us, too.

Mine made me travel on an aeroplane...

As this journal was originally opened for a now defunct community, we (my secretary and I) are still constantly conscious of the need to remain 'in period' or be thrown out. I'm not sure how she fits that in with the flight business but I think she decided a hot air balloon wouldn't get us to the West Indies and she was going for a month anyway so she made me pack.

Time travel is exciting but hard on the nerves.