The recent torrential thunderstorms are not the only cause of much water flowing under the bridge since my last communique. The last week or two of a school summer term are invariably hectic and this is no exception. I also took the opportunity while I could of another whistle stop tour of Wessex, wherein much of my heart lies, having lived near Bath for twenty five years. It coincided with a TV programme about “The Reluctant Royals”, Prince Edward and Sophie who chose to be the Earl and Countess of Wessex, apparently because of the association with ‘Shakespeare in Love’, one of Edward’s favourite films; a true thespian. It also leaves room for him to succeed the late Duke of Edinburgh as the Duke of Edinburgh. Having observed what a charming and sensible couple they seem, that would surely be a worthy honour and one his father would have approved of. Of course Wessex, per se, no longer exists, but it has such a romantic history in literature that it seems a shame to lose it entirely. If we can have East Anglia, why not Wessex?
Yesterday, it transpired, was Father’s Day. I had no idea until my gorgeous daughter produced the most lovely handmade card with beautiful poetic words that sent a shiver down my spine. The fact it was accompanied by a box of After Eight was neither here nor there! Coincidentally I had recently heard Alexander Armstrong on Classic FM discussing the merit of deep freezing such mints, so it has been an ideal opportunity to experiment. He’s quite right. It makes them a bit chewy and utterly delicious….as I’m sure son Oliver will attest to! I have a technical hitch at the moment so this will be in two parts; more to come
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