Anonymous asked, “How old are you Mrs. Priestly?”

Anonymous asked, “You know, you really look like Meryl Streep…”

Anonymous asked, “Were there any happy moments in your childhood at all?”

Sitting on my grandmother’s lap and eating rhubarb tarts.
Sewing my first dress with my mother.
Watching my father paint.
My first school dance.  Eliza Middleton wore a very lovely dress and petticoat.
My mother singing around the house again after my father had passed.
My first kiss. With Beatrice Stuart.
The day I found out I would be studying in Paris.
I find it odd people are under the impression my childhood was so incredibley horrible.  Certainly, there were some hardships I do not typically disscuss; however, despite my old age, I still possess very fond recollections.
-MP 

Anonymous asked, “Do you have any pets other than Patricia?”

Hm.  What defines a pet?  Dedicated to cuddling?  Sloppy eater?  Prone to fits of barking?
Does my fiancee qualify for such a position?
-MP

Anonymous asked, “Would you ever date Donna Sheridan? She’s a Greek goddess!”

In a world without Andrea, possibly.
And before anyone asks, this too holds true for Jane, the baker.  It appears my mininons’ imaginations have been quite busy…
-MP 

Anonymous asked, “How good is that beautiful nose of yours in finding treasures?”

Anonymous asked, “Do you have any advice for young women in the business world of how to handle obnoxious, petty men, who try to obstruct their career paths due to declined sexual advances?”

My personal mentality on this subject stems directly from the advice of my grandmother:
Never be afraid to show them who has the bigger balls.  Sometimes that includes cutting theirs off.
It is the best advice I have ever received.  Use it as you deem fit.  -MP

Anonymous asked, “I bet you are an amazing kisser.”