Might sound weird... Adult Adoption

Dearest Roberta,
In the years i've been in SL, i have met some remarkable people, some call me "mom" or "sis", and one i love to call "Dad", people ebb and flow into our lives here, and i think that's one thing i find so special about Second Life. I understand completely where you are coming from, and simply go from your heart and your current friends base, and find in SL what your heart desires.
Don't listen to the jerks in this world or the real one, only you know how to follow your own dreams and needs.
If you feel drawn to have this kind of relationship with someone you already know in SL, i would have a heart to heart talk, but as far as being adopted by a stranger, personally that would not work for me.
Wishing you well Roberta, am hoping you find your hearts desire in a place where dreams come true every day...

That is a relief, other than the bodyguard no one else is crawling around in the woodwork then. Speaking of woodwork, is the bodyguard fit to keep us in firewood?



Hmn, I expect the castle may need a bit of work. Make sure your decorating includes actual refurbishment, not just a cosmetic overlay. I can't abide drafts and damp.

I think Scylla will take very well to this arrangement. Then she can get cracking on her studies rather than staying up half the night arguing philosophy in public houses with uneducated drunkards that are only making it up as they go along anyway. Scribbling away in her attic, fountain pen scratching at the thick parchment, she'll be in her element. Obviously the Malt will need to be kept to a minimum, or it will greatly interfere with our evening embroidery. Deira has been ordering patterns and supplies all week, and threads and canvasses and yarn for latchhooking. Oh yes, what potential for industry.

Does that girl of yours know how to knit? Granny will be wanting some extra sets of mittens and scarves in that godforsaken climate. And socks. I'm partial to those thick sock with Scandinavian designs. Is she musical? Can she entertain us? Scylla can read to us, but you can't be expected to sing or dance for us every evening.




Just wait until he finds out Tesco's won't deliver there. The muttering is going to be cranked up a couple of notches. Maybe we can send him off with yer man to do the firewood and the other fella to check the snares and that will keep him occupied. Maybe Deira knows about beer making supplies, and perhaps he can make some sort of cheese from the sheep milk. Then he'll be too tired to cause trouble.

I think the malt is definitely going to need to be hidden or this whole winter household will turn into a small scale version of the Donner Party.

Tescos? How down market. Waitrose, please. And I drink Irish whiskey by preference, although I won't turn away the offer of a good malt Scotch.

I should also point out that I have no desire to visit places that lack the home comforts I am used to. I don't think the sort of place you are describing would be able to cope with my individual interpretation of vegetarianism, which is to avoid eating anything that might be considered to have exhibited signs of intelligence . . .

Pep ( . . . so I require all my meat to be from female animals.)

Walk away, Scylla, just walk away . . .

I would have said Marks and Sparks but you never mention them

You don't want to visit a cold, damp, isolated castle on the shores of a midge infested Scottish loch? What am I missing here? The Bushmill's has already been delivered, but I suppose we can save it for medicinal purposes if you won't be along.

It isn't healthy to eat nothing but retired dairy cow, but I suppose you are hardly alone in that. Devil. You are going to annoy Scylla with that all women are dumb nonsense, as she may not realize you don't really mean it.

Never mind.

/me hands you a fountain pen and ink pot and goes to sort yarn receipts and orders.

Dearest Sis, I don't worry about not having a bf -- I have my books.

And I don't want a used gameskeeper. Ick.

I know Pep well enough to know exactly how "serious" he is here. He is a provocateur, but one who also half believes his own joking provocations.

Don't worry about me, Mum. But when making the seating arrangements for dinner, I'd suggest that Pep not be placed within under-the-table kicking range of me.

(Oh hell. There's my propensity for over-the-top violence again!! Oh well, back to counselling for me . . . )

Don't worry, Fortnums will deliver anywhere - I'll order 5 large hampers per week. Lord Desmond must have the best.

The local distillery is just over the water and they have a helicopter delivery service.

The local council is supplying wifi to the Isles - we'll be fine.

EDIT: Second thoughts - I will make that 6 Fortnum & Mason Hampers. That's one for Laurin, Jig, Scylla, Lord Desmond and myself and one for guests. (I thought we might invite Roberta, so she can enjoy being in a supportive family environment.) Anyone else can go hunter gathering.

Oh - and Laurin, please discourage Jig from ordering from Harrods Food Hall - I have told her that it is second rate and she should keep out of Knightsbridge because all the best people go to Piccadilly now.

The Rockall Midge (as known in the vulgate; actual name pserendipitus gadflyus) is actually a highly endangered species, in seeming contradiction to the great clouds of them anywhere near wet ground. Which is everywhere.

What makes them special is that while somewhat bothersome to most, they especially seem to get under the skin of females, causing a great deal of irritation and discomfort. Hence the retaliatory endangerment...

Forewarned is forearmed . . .

Not this time of year my lord - they are only active in July and August.

Pass me the scotch.

Not unless you are using it to start the fire.

Get that girl of yours knitting, would you? I don't think my tartans will keep me warm enough.

I'm not involved in this but I'd like to say .. the way you formed your post Pserendipity .. it was a bit difficult to discern what you were actually talking about, honestly. It did seem dismissive and rude. I had to read it a few times and I'm still not actually sure if you were being helpful or being a dick. I think it was just the wording. It happens...

Anyway Roberta there used to be an adult adoption center sadly they closed. I eventually found a good friend that I call cousin now. I'd welcome more cousin's or step-sisters I love family (and yes this stems from being a RL only child of a single mother before anyone tries to analyze me, LOL)

Look me up. Ambrosia Malone. Good luck hun.