Between Two Worlds?
As a child I loved to shock others with the tale that I had been abandoned at birth by gypsies and raised en famille with kindly mice in the crypt of an old church…
As a child I loved to shock others with the tale that I had been abandoned at birth by gypsies and raised en famille with kindly mice in the crypt of an old church…
On this first day of Lent known as Ash Wednesday, the doors to St M’s Parish Church have opened as the Rev. Suze supported by Verger Philly offer a warm welcome on a chilly and damp afternoon to some familiar faces who have chosen to wear some ‘Sorry Ashes’ on their mouse noses.
And some of those mice have chosen to hang a message of hope on the branches of our Lent Tree…
As the hours tick by on St Valentine’s Day and with a visit from Missy and Millie and THOSE two felines – it’s a blooming lovely afternoon for Norma!
‘It all began the morning after Burn’s Night when having discovered a missive from my Lord Byron – the maid servant Florence, (a foolish girl if ever there was!) took it upon herself to notify Cook of the contents…’
Is it too early in the day for a ‘wee dram’ of my Lord’s finest Scotch whiskey?
Asking for a friend…
Today, on this twenty second day of January in 1815 in the Year of Our Lord – MY Lord Byron is now seven and twenty…
On a cold January day Lady Byron walked out of the front door of 13 Piccadilly Terrace for the last time…
Can I trust YOU to be discreet?
I REALLY must learn to hold my tongue!