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... England (try) to play football on the TV......."loosers!" Tomiko cooked up a great feed on our return from the pub, Cassini didn't whimper once.....she is soooooooo gorgeous........she has all the Partington traits.....good looks, charm, wit, intelligence, sense of the occasion, style, dignity........ The end to the evening came far too soon..... and Alastair provided the ride home in the Porsche 911....... it goes soooo fast ...
... pictures give some sense of the range of works on display. I spent a long time sitting on benches, strategically placed in the gardens to capture different views of the fountains and sculptures, and it was a lovely experience to be there.
As I was thinking about calling it a day, I remembered that there was an oak tree called the Elizabeth Oak which was said to be the one she was sitting under when a rider came to tell her ...
... passed by the time I left; Brontë had gone off on an adventure of her own by this point so I headed back to the tube. I had planned to go to Greenwich in the afternoon but I didn't have enough daylight hours left to be able to get there & have a proper look around - the sun is gone by about 5pm this time of year & it was already almost 3pm. I will go there another day if I get the chance but I'm running out of days now! Instead I made ...
... only 3 in the room, the others have no arms. Portraits of all the regents + spouses are in this room except for Edward VIII who is nowhere in sight. We then use the service lift to go back to the ground floor hearing stories about some of the performers adorning the photos on the walls. There are a further 5 levels below the ground floor for storage, scenery etc.
Back to the hotel for a rest then we'll go to a nearby pub for ...
... gambled until dawn, and hunted until she was over 80. By then, she was half-blind and had to be strapped to the horse by her groom, who, when she was approaching a fence would shout "Damn you, my lady, jump!" She went by the name "Dowager Sal" and outlived her husband by 12 years. She died in 1885 when he hair caught fire as she was writing by candlelight. She destroyed the west wing in the process and would have burned down the whole house had the wind ...
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