Hear yea, hear yea; I come bearing news of great joy! Here
is a most wondrous missive for one and all to read!
Ok, so the whole reason for my attempt at “oldy worldy speak”
is that last weekend, the lovely Charlotte and I braved the fantastical world
of Wilfred Bagshaw’s Time Emporium, where we left the rain and traffic of
Shoreditch to travel back to 1381 to prevent the death of John of Gaunt. This
was possibly the weirdest way I have ever spent a Friday evening but
considering my “eccentricity”, weird stuff is normally the most fun!
Anyway I feel I probably ought to rewind and do a bit of
explanation. Obviously we didn’t really travel back in time (unfortunately),
but we did get to spend our night in a Victorian Warehouse that had been turned
into a rather convincing, medieval marketplace complete with tavern (selling
mead and a plague cure), military tent thingy, creepy plague doctor and all
other 14th century delights, whilst wearing full on cloaks and
attempting to complete a sort of murder mystery. Charlotte and I did give up
somewhat on our task of preventing murder (things went downhill after Miss
Davey introduced me to a member of the militia as a prostitute in an attempt to
extract both information and gold coins) and we were somewhat distracted by the
food being sold outside, which included sausages or steak on a pile of salad
with lovely wodges of bread and butter (wodge is such a satisfying, if non-existent,
word in my humble opinion). We did end up making friends with a chap called
Michael, who seemed rather normal at first, but, at the somewhat modern after
party he, and his girlfriend, appeared to be some sort of sex pest swingers who
kept trying to dance (in a rather saucy fashion) with anyone and everyone; I
suppose one cannot assume that anyone is normal when they’re willing to dance
around wearing a flowing cloak… |
| Charlotte and one of the militia! |
Prior to this chaos, the luverly Lottie and I had great fun
wandering round Covent Garden, which is one of my top destinations in town. We
wandered round Joy, a shop that is filled with lots of lovely dresses and fun
gifts, were slightly disgusted with the shoes in Kurt Geiger’s sale and finally
stuffed ourselves with the rather delicious food found in Paul’s, the upper market
boulangerie/restaurant chain. Millefeuilles fraises is too delicious for words!
That was the most exciting thing that happened to me
recently anyway! I spent the weekend before feeling somewhat sorry for myself
after the disastrous match between England and Wales which resulted in a rather
delicate Imogen the next morning; drinking gin and tonic may seem like a
wonderful and sophisticated idea at the time, but it is neither ladylike nor
necessary to drink it at the same time as the boyfriend and his friends! As a
result, I have been rather well behaved for the past couple of weeks, and have
actually spent the past few days chained to a desk (well, dining room table),
ploughing on with my research project. It’s not finished, but only a few
hundred more words ‘til I’ve done my first draft at least! It’s rather
satisfying to get that much work done, and with the weather being so dreary, it
has at least kept me somewhat occupied.
I suppose I ought to return to my project or go to bed!
Easter is fast approaching, and with Mother intent upon feeding (and watering…well
wine-ing) the 5,000, I am going to be busy helping with lots of cooking! My
priority tomorrow is to attempt a Simnel cake (complete with homemade marzipan
hopefully!) and Saturday will be choccy-orange cheesecake day. Goodbye
waistline me thinks!
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