Hello my fine feathered whippersnappers! Lately I’ve been bingeing on pre-20th century English movies and have decided that the story of my life just won’t do. And so I have decided to change it thusly:
Linda Vernon was born Linda Cathleen Carlotta Loretta Pansy Rose Petunia Hollandaise Sauce sometime in March or April around or near the Year of Our Lord 1536(ish). Linda (who went by the nickname of Linda) suffered early psychological trauma due to the fact that she was told by her parents that she was the youngest of 14 children, but later found out that she was instead the oldest of 14 children (quite by accident). Plus the fact that her mother died in childbirth from consumption vexed her greatly.
This so upset young Linda that she became a recluse. She took all her meals in her room and refused to come out even on Reformation Day. Many people thought this is where she honed her writing, but once, when she left her room momentarily, her family rushed in to read what she had written but found only the largest collection of sharpened pencils in the Moors.
It wasn’t until her pet leopard died of consumption that she roused herself out of her pencil sharpening stupor and made her debut in the village of which the family estate was located next to. Unfortunately all the villagers had just that morning died of consumption.
Linda was briefly engaged in the position of Chief Wig Powderer at Drowning Downs Hall until Lord Drowning drowned down the hall when a careless servant left the window open during an unseasonable monsoon season. Lord Drowning’s wife (or mistress–they were never sure which) died later that afternoon of consumption.This left Linda quite shilling less. She packed her pencil collection in her trunk and summoned a chaise and four to take her to London where she planned to obtain a position as a governess. She waved goodbye to her family from the Barouche Box in which she rode, but they didn’t wave back having all succumbed to consumption moments earlier.
Soon after she arrived in London her destiny took a little turn when she was hobbling over the cobblestones and got the toe of her foot stuck betwixt a cobble and a stone which caused her to fall down in front of polite society. Indeed, her reputation was completely ruined to the extent that no one would have anything to do with her except for people who pronounced governor “overnor”.
Undaunted because she was a feisty, independent woman who didn’t care what polite society or even rude society thought of her, she managed to obtain a position as a seamstress for the Duchess of Pid.She saved up her money and later bought Drowning Downs Hall. She was also able to revive Lord Drowning somehow by drawing on her feisty independence. When someone asked her how she managed to revive a man who drowned none too recently, she scribbled down the instructions which were later published by Snussington, Hughhee and Flebberhower-hower, Inc. and the book enjoyed worldwide success until she keeled over into her porridge from consumption.
Her last words were believed to be: “If I’m not famous after I die, shoot me.” Which was weird because she is still alive to this day.
Until next time, I love you . . . .