Originally Posted by _Zd_Phoenix_:
“Sarah was the equivalent of a toasted teacake. She was pleasant, she was flumpy, but I wouldn't particularly see the logic of a toaster in Dickensian London. Or something like that.”
“Sarah was the equivalent of a toasted teacake. She was pleasant, she was flumpy, but I wouldn't particularly see the logic of a toaster in Dickensian London. Or something like that.”
Do you mean a toaster or toasted teacake in Dickensian London - I think your simile was too obscure to have any impact.
The lovely fair skinned Sarah could hardly be compared to toast.




Lol! I'll bet Sarah loved it too. Even though she went tonight, she did so having done something none of the other Nancies did.

