Archive for May, 2008

Lost and Found

Wednesday, May 28th, 2008

We had an extremely enlivening morning. One of the projects currently on the boil is the rehabilitation of a dreary patch of weed sycamores, half-hearted car-parking and general mess immediately proximate to some of the university’s more formal and important buildings which would, in the view of the Northern Professor, be infinitely better as a […]

Summer sort-out

Tuesday, May 20th, 2008

We are engaged in a great deal of organisation at the moment. At any one time, at least one person in the house is trying to finish a book, so it is easy for domestic matters beyond the day-to-day to disappear vanishingly beneath anyone’s list of priorities. Therefore, for the last few years, we […]

Aesthetics

Sunday, May 18th, 2008

I have finally completed the painting of the Professor’s studiolo, which has been something of a long haul. Phase one was a painting of Holy Wisdom enthroned, which was begun by the Last Whig in Captivity about seven years ago, finished by me a year later with the aid of Peter’s cousin, and mounted on […]

A test of character

Thursday, May 15th, 2008

Miss Best Friend was faced with an agonizing dilemma last night: on the one hand, I was in the kitchen, dissecting the bone out of a half-leg of lamb, a procedure of the keenest interest to her since she is an old jackal at heart and passionately fond of raw bones: as I was […]

Got there, sort of

Tuesday, May 13th, 2008

I have finished the draft of the current novel, a fact which reveals to me, thought this has doubtless been apparent to the rest of the household for some time, that I have been living in a state of mania and denial for some time. A tsunami of neglected this and that is crashing […]

Officer Material

Saturday, May 10th, 2008

One piece of news we have not as yet shared with the blogosphere is that the Apparitional Gamekeeper has taken the Queen’s shilling, or 5p, perhaps one should say. We weren’t sure how he would take to it, but he has just returned from his first week of basic training, and the words ‘duck to […]

Watching Paint Dry

Friday, May 9th, 2008

As time has gone by, we have found ourselves increasingly identifiable within an existing type, crisply defined by one of the thousand-odd direct descendants of Hilaire Belloc, great contributors to the breed: ‘let’s face it. We’re all posh hippies’. One defining category of posh-hippydom is engaging in quite elaborate buildings and works, substituting ingenuity, and […]

It’s All Yellow

Thursday, May 8th, 2008

The Management apologises for an interruption in transmission. We got back from London all right (limping, in the Lady Novelist’s case: she had been suffering for her art in the Tower of London). Since then there haven’t quite been enough hours in any one day. She is locked in battle with the twelfth […]