Me and bitzi were organising to drive to rugby tomorrow night. For some reason it was in the style of 18th Century Jane Austin styley.

Firstly a pretty innocent one, with Dearest which seemed to spark bitzi back into the 18th Century.

Dearest Brian,

I will be driving to The game and home Tomorrow night. You need a lift?

Mos

To Which bitzi replied:

Dearest friend,

It has been 4 months and 25 days since our last correspondance. I noted the days with trepidation waiting to hear that you had made it through the winter ok. The longer evenings that are now creeping in have brightened my dispositions and I write to you with high hopes of a good harvest come the fall. Mother and father are keeping well although they again found it a tough winter. Februray was a most frightful month the likes of which I have not felt since the winter our wee Jeannie passed away. I would be most pleased to travel with you to the honeyfair this coming spring. What hours are you intending on setting forth and where can I meet that would most convienence?

Yours in friendship,

Brian

I said I would try and play along. Role playing is something we do a lot. Mostly between the sheets!

Brian,

Once more, I eagerly awaited the postal boy each day he passed, hoping, wishing he would bring your words my way. It is truely a beautiful summer and the sweet roses Mamaah had planted early spring are now blossoming much like my feelings for a certain gentleman. I shall speak more of this on our meeting, but until then you will have only guesswork on your side.

I shall so dearly hope to be parting the fair Lodge at Half past the Six on the evening of morrow, making the long trek south to the greens of yore. Your company would be greatly appreciated on this so treaturous journey.

Kindest Bodings,

Tomas

Not to be outdone, his reply.

Dearest Friend,

Its good to hear back from you so soon. I can only thank the dear lord that the good weather has made it possible for the post master to navigate old Old Creek Road. In all the road was blocked for over five moons this past winter. It seems to be getting longer every year and I do find it most lonely when I have none of your news to digest. Father is still quite good company but with his back the way it is he is stuck to his bed mostly and gently snoozes most of the day. Mother is still frightfully quite as she been since our poor Jeannie fell ill and passed. I do miss Jeannie most awfully. She could always bring a smile to the house and mother and father were so content when she was around. I do look forward to smelling your mamaah's roses once again. In all my days I've never a seen a specimen so fine and proud as those she labours upon year after year. I shall see you then at six and a half past the Lords hour of morrow at the fair Lodge. I shall be travelling lightly so if I leave at sunrise I should have a most leisurely journey.

Yours in friendship,

Brian

Man, I split myself reading these replies.