David and Susle plus Bluebell the harp and Christopher the guitar

Voldemort versus Mary Poppins!? That was the Olympic fantasy rumour two days ago and I'm so little up to speed that I'm uncertain whether it's true or not. Aviary was at the rehearsal last night so doubtless will be filling me in...

Jane

Does it get any better than that? Possibly Gandalf or Merlin would have more sway with audiences of a certain generation but Mary Poppins is certainly up there - she's possibly a bit Miss Marple by comparison to the formers' more Sherlock Holmesian credentials, but St Mary Mead has its moments...

Bumble Barran-Poolopot, who also came for dinner last night

We were talking at dinner last night at Harper Hall about... no, it's completely gone - wafted out of my brain like a direct debit on the first of the month. Oh well...

Randle McDandle

But dinner at HH last night was a very good one - NOT lentils for a change, but pasta with smoked salmon and mushrooms, leeks, garlic sauce, onions, peas and crusty bread. Baked bananas, coffee, an embarrassment of chocolate and small Baileys to follow. (Is that a kosher expression?)

Sarah de Nordwall and Rondle - Constable country
Flatford Mill, October 2010

Randle McDandle crashed over and was snoring for team GB when I popped in to his room to get my wallet this morning. David Ingham was a lovely guest: very interesting and erudite and much fun - plus the usual delights of having the Barranette-Poolopots. Bluebell the harp came out to entertain the troops and Susle and I did a little duet with guitar, also some Jack Pointing from Yeomen of the Guard plus Susle playing a piano composition of hers. Much fun! Bed 1am. ugggggh....

Sarah de Nordwall at Cake Boutique - our poetry tea, October 2010

Jezward Higham rang yesterday to confirm that I'm heading to Edenbridge on Friday for camp 40:10, his and Esther's 10th wedding anniversary and her 40th birthday party. Looking forward to the outdoors loos and playing the piano in the field. Maybe a dip in the river Eden - oh happy name...

Andreth plus duvet. It's been 19 months since this photo you star,
if you remember why you stayed those few days.

And so, the 'Lympic torch heads to Lavender Hill - not via the 137 bus presumably or even broomstick or umbrella. Tee hee!

Charlotte being true to form

Oh no! Just heard rumours of rain tomorrow and that the Summer is ending on Saturday - aaaargh! Just as my bald head was getting used to not wearing a hat....

Oh well...

For what we have received, may the Lord make us truly thankful:

Grazie!

Me being Sloane Squared