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June 21 catching up on everything....especially sleep!Greetings you kind people who keep popping by to see have I or haven’t I.
It has been a while and as I know from experience, the longer I leave it to blog again, the harder it gets! Same with letters, I write to a friend on a regular basis, hardly see her from one years end to another but there is always something to write about because the kettle is always on the boil, so to speak. Once or twice, one of us has left it a bit longer (you know who you are Helen!) and it’s a real struggle to get going again.
So the relies are now back in Birmingham (that’s England, not Alabama) and what a terrible week weather wise they had. Nevertheless, bar their car breaking down and us having to rescue them from darkest Northumberland, they said they had enjoyed their stay. It has to be said, and I had to say it to them, me and ‘the dad’ are a bit long in the tooth for sofa beds. We have a 2 bed bungalow and ‘the bairn’s’ bedroom we turned into a really comfy little sitting room into which we put a sofa bed. This is fine for the odd night, but not a week. So I have said that we will have to have a think should they want to come again. I could see John getting more and more tired as the week progressed, bless!
Today we have been assisting in the clearing out of my sister’s garage…..like we don’t have our own stuffed with junk! So numerous trips to the tip has left the old back having a jolly good grumble.
Pills tonight me thinks! Ta ta. June 05 the trouble with posh folkJust finished reading the last instalment of Phil the pharegone philosopher Pheller's latest epic, and very good it was too. So if you want a good read and a good old scare then pop across to his space for both.
Why I'm mentioning this is, that one of the characters a Lady Beth Leehem of Drinkit Hall in Slopshire, reminded me of a story told to me by my much missed old cousin and friend Dreda.
Dreda was a cook in the grand old days when below stairs meant exactly that, in other words, she knew her place. At the time she was working in the London house of The Duke of Northumberland, and they were being graced one lunch time by the presence of Queen Mary, our current queen's grandmother. She arrived with a small entourage and when luncheon was finished she complimented the meal and to everyones amazement declared that she would love to go below stairs to thank the staff.
There was of course a great deal of sudden rushing around in the kitchens and fresh aprons were donned before the great audience took place. If anyone has ever seen a picture of the Queen, they will recall that she was a straight backed galleon of a woman, who always wore fine hats often decorated with feathers.
The servants were all lined up at the foot of the stairs and waited for the honour to be bestowed, and soon there she was taking each stair carefully until suddenly half way down she came to an abrupt stop.
It took everyone several minutes to realise that the queen's feathers were firmly glued to a hanging fly paper! How the mighty fall! It took a couple of footmen and half a lost feather before she was extracated, by which time she decided not to come down further, but did have the good grace to still thank the staff for their efforts.
Dreda and another young cook were fined a months wages for giggling.
I think the others should have been fined for not giggling!
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