Call Me Pathetic

No, wait. Let's just call us Pathetic.

Lady Ursula, I neither spin nor write and neither do you. Summer came and went and now it is way past Solstice and hardly any one of us writing a jot.

For shame, Lady Ursula, for the shame of us. Lets just surrender our quills and pills and footmen and autopillory ourselves for we are not FIT to tea.

Despondently,

Lady Pitiful Crumpet