Image: Louise from The Storyteller’s Abode.
There was much expectation in the drawing room as the dinner group gathered to hear Mrs Louise Thrum sing her newest creation, her aria from her new opera, The Storytellers Abode.
Accompanied by her husband, Randolph Thrum with the assistance of her daughter the precocious Millicent Thrum there was a murmur of excitement as Louise prepared to deliver her finest composition to date.
As Louise prepared, Millicent dropped the entire score onto the floor. In the melee that followed the pages were mixed up and Randolph usually a very calm and affable chap was visibly disturbed such that he burped loudly before seating himself, his composure shaken to the core.
Louise not to be deterred launched into her performance.
Her magnificent voice was at once at odds with the sight of her bloomers around her ankles, her audience noticed and despite every good intention erupted into titters that soon exploded into full on laughter.
Louise, mortified beyond belief, stopped mid-performance, stamped her foot loudly and told them they could all sod off.