One a penny, two a penny
The Professor is feeling a lot better and has gone to Edinburgh. I have remained here with a collection of insubordinate animals working on late medieval Scotland, about which I now know a lot more than I did. I’m sitting here with ramparts of books to either side — Fordun, Adomnan’s Life of Columba, bibliographies, dictionaries, and goodness knows all what. Miss Kit just tried to bull her way past the heaps to come and sabotage this blog but they were too much for her & she’s gone off to top up her calories instead. The only other thing which has happened today is that Tony turned up and cleaned out the gutters, which is a great relief to our tiny minds, especially mine, though Miss Dog is always delighted to see him. The weekend was dominated by the Professor’s decision to make hot cross buns. Not unreasonable at Easter weekend but the dough was not cooperative. It took three days in the course of which I kept lobbing more flour and years into the mix, and even at the end of the day, they still didn’t rise all that much. I really don’t know why they were so difficult but it was an absolute death struggle. Anyway, he went off this morning with a batch of nice fresh buns for His Gloomy Excellency with whom he is staying, so it has to be counted a victory of sorts.
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