There is a circle of twelve "busts" resident on a round loo table adjacent Libertine's chaise longue in The Southern Greenhouse. They are actually jaunty ostrich egg shell heads that were made back in the day by a bored person who found the eggs abandoned in an ostrich nest while on safari in Africa (boy was that a mission getting them through customs back to England, especially considering the lingering sulphur fumes, but he succeeded none the less.) He had a whale of a time painting the faces as he'd been a make-up artist and also knew about light fittings as he'd installed and fixed plenty of lights surrounding vanity mirrors. So he decided to convert the heads into lamps and inserted bulbs inside them and positioned them all around his abode. When his light went out, his next of kin, ferreting around his estate, discovered them and found them to be hideous and kitsch and relegated them to a garbage bag. They were outraged (the heads that is.) Fortunately for all of them, Count Mandrake heard their vehement protestation and was informed of their debacle and arranged for them to relocate to Royal Doll Town. Queen Marcheline found their true vocation and the vintage collection of a dozen illuminated heads, six ladies and six gentlemen became known as The Twelve Lights of the Round Table and were officially appointed to serve as The Royal Calendar Committee, where after they became engaged full time with discussing, arranging, planning, arguing, debating, blabbing and organizing the activities for the twelve months of the year.
Each lamp was officially assigned a particular month of the year and named accordingly. There is Lady January, Monsieur Février, Madame Marche, Sir Avril, Lady May, Monsieur Juine, Madame Julie, Lord August, Madame Septembre, Monsieur Octobre, Lady November and Lord December. Any intrepid person so wishing, may have an appointment with them and sit in the middle of the loo table and participate in their infernal hullabaloo, brouhaha and bwaahaahaa for the busts never shut up. The motor mouths yak day and night. Being lamps, there is never a dark moment. They self-illuminate and talk from dusk till dawn, sun up to sun down with the occasional interruption of requiring an itch scratched. The poor heads have no hands so they are ably assisted by umpteen Humpty Dumpty and Egg Head dolls assigned to scratch them. The Royal Agency of Humpty Dumpty and Egg Heads overseen by Eglantine and Egbert organize the ovoid odd bods to assist The Twelve Lights. Some egg dolls are full time scratchers with all manner of scratching utensil at hand and some serve as PA's and secretaries taking short hand notes for the lamp heads’ plans and arrangements and then getting these shorthand memorandums forwarded to The Royal Calligraphers Filigrine and Frillabert to reproduce the notes into beautifully scribed scrolls for the Queen and her council.
Some Humptys and egg heads are make-up artists or personal head dressers for the lamp heads and are devoted to styling, fashioning and coiffing their craniums with wigs and whatnots into whatever seasonal or calendar occasion The Twelve Lights may be celebrating. Each lamp possesses their own cheval vanity mirror which is shifted around, angled or tilted to whatever specified position by the egg head in attendance. The egg aides are very willing and obliging attendees (probably all the more cheerful as the lamp heads don’t sneeze, cough, belch or suffer runny noses!) As the egg heads and Humptys are so little in comparison to the loo table they use the eggevator to ferry them up and down from ground level to table top. It is perfectly safe and so to date, there've been neither King’s horses nor King’s men called for!
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AND HE SAID:
"Truly I tell you,
You're NEVER too old to be young at heart
P l a g i a r i s m is
a plague D O N ' T
S P R E A D I T ! ! !
R e s p e c t