Uncle Jaque didn't miss much in that report. I did not partake of the bourbon balls, but I did notice Naem' was keeping them under very close very close supervision.

Wasn't Bobbies broken-token ballad a jewel? I'll never look at a piano the same way ever again.

If you want to spread rumors about my mastery of many languages that's fine with me. I profess to know enough french to be dangerous. What Edmund was singing sounded like a french language version of the Night Visit I.E.:

Who are you my pretty fair maid, who are you my darling?(2X)

She answered me quite modestly, "I am me daddy's darling"
With me too rye ah, fol the diddle dah
Fol the diddle all the diddle derry oh.

I will admit to missing the part about getting stuck with the pin, but I could see where the song was going.
Those french songs are full of innuendos.
Nothing like those chanteys with references to tops'ls coming down and powder being all spent.

Brían