This was my character - Eleanor Dashwood.
Have a go yourself. Females only, YP!
Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...
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I am reporting you to the Equal Opportunities Commission. I want to be Mr Darcy riding in on my big white steed!....
"Good afternoon Miss Dashwood!"
Miss Dashwood blushed and bringing a small Belgian lace handkerchief up to her lips, she whispered "Good day sir!"
Darcy dismounted, tied his horse to a silver birch sapling and approached Miss Dashwood, coming so close that she could feel his hot breath on her cheek and enjoy the sweet and slightly musky aroma of his perspiration. She swooned.... (TO BE CONTINUED)
I'm sure, if you really wanted to, you could ride in on your big white steed, but you would have problems locating Miss Dashwood unless you could figure out a way of moving from Netherfield Park to Barton Park. :)
Oh, and I don't 'do' swooning!
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