Rannveig has been struck down by the dreaded lurgy. In the space of a few hours during the weekend, she went from rude health to sounding like an emphysemic leopard seal with a smokers cough. Seeing as she wasn't in a fit state to do very much before collapsing in a heap, she crashed to the sofa and plugged in Mr Darcy and Miss Bennet to revive her spirits.
This seems to be one of Rannveigs favorite things. When a good murder won't do the trick, crinolene and daring glances will. This now continues the spooky tradition in our family of at least one member of each generation being hung up on Mr Darcy. My mother was just as enamoured of her generations Mr Darcy, Laurence Olivier at the time (even though with the passage of years, she has come to think better of it).
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