Giggles For The Llamas

This is for Robbo and this is for Steve-O and his mom. Steve-O, just warn your mother about the naughty words...

Mrs. P

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[Robert the Llama Butcher]

My dear Mrs. P -

Your link thingum doesn't seem to work for my computer, but I did a little YouTube sleuthing for the Massive Yacht sketch. (I assume that's the one you were linking.)

Any chance that's what the interior of the new clubhouse will look like?

[Mr. Peperium]

Sorry about my links not working. After 40, things do begin to fall apart...

It seems my mind has fallen apart as well. Are we by chance speaking of the new clubhouse on a certain small island in Maine? Hmmn...I'll find out who the decorator is...

[Robert the Llama Butcher]

Ayut, that's the one. Have you seen the pics? Quite a bit different from the old shed.

[Mrs. Peperium]

I'm really falling apart. I'm now posting as Mr. P....

No, haven't seen any pictures of the new one and shed would be the operative word...

By the way, if you go to Youtube and type in your island's name + house, up will come the house on the mainroad with the tennis courts that I thought you came from. There were about 15 boys in that family in our generation and I used to dance with them at the old 4th of July dances down at the old iodine factory in Lowell's Cove... The bunk room was were all the boy cousins slept together. I haven't been inside that house in more than 20 years.

I guess none of the boys want the house or do not have the money to keep it. Sad. Really. They were fun. They used to jump off the bridge...

[Robbo the Llama Butcher]

Oh, I know that one. We're actually seaward of it and on the Lowell's side. At low tide, you can walk round the point of our little cove and see the bridge.

We're really still in the From Away category, the 'rents having only lived up there for about ten years or so. But we've tried very hard to assimilate into the local cul-chah.

[Mrs. Peperium]

I've done that walk. Now how far around the bend are you? New house or old one converted?

[Robbo the LB]

Old one fixed up. As you come up the path from our little cove, you'll come across a big new one (which we await sliding into the sea). We're the next one along. Well, the next two - a gray cottage and what used to be a barn and is now a smaller blue cottage.

[Mrs. Peperium]

Uhm, did a lady who had cancer own that house? Was it built in the '20's with a deck? Because if so....

[Robbo the LB]

Uh, oh. I don't recollect the history, but that sounds quite plausible. And it does have a deck.

More clues - it sits in front of a little square indentation in the cliff-face that I've seen referred to as "The Grotto" on some local maps. Ring a bell?

[Mrs. Peperium]

Robbo, this is getting too, too wierd. Really too wierd.

When Mr. P and I were first married, we wanted to strike out on our own with our own cottage. We rented your house for 2 weeks....

[Robbo the LB]

Now THAT is what I'd call a very small world, indeed.

[Robbo the LB]

So Mrs. P, I must ask: Do you happen to know my great pal old Mrs. Y who lives a couple more cottages down? She (and her late husband) have been around those parts for ever, I believe.

[Mrs. Peperium]

Hmmn...I need more info but it's not out of the realm of possibility. Remember though I stayed away for 12 years and have only recently returned. If she's an Episcopalian, I would say odds are better than 50/50 that she knows us....