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It is indeed all Jerusalem and Jam
Sep. 16th, 2007 10:42 pmAnother entertaining day in the land of pasties.
Maybe not entertaining but definitely enjoyable in a calm sort of way.
Senor Onion decided for some reason that eating porridge was a traumatic event and he would demonstrate that trauma by bursting into tears every few bites of food. He eventually calmed down when I fed him a piece of toast.
Well okay then. Maybe organic fruit and porridge ain't your thing.
Just don't scream about it when it is 8 in the morning and other people are trying to sleep.
The rest of the morning was spent reading the paper, drinking tea and saying, "does it look like rain?"
We also bathed The Sun King who in turn took a nice long nap.
After lunch we went for a walk down on the beach. It was nice and windy and there were some interesting tide pools. Of course we ran into someone so there was the usual chatter. "Oh look a baby. How cute." And then some talk about the local council, the state of the road near the beach and what some git from London paid for a small cottage in the neighborhood. (too much if you want to know)
It was also mentioned about The Hermitage being sold for a high price to someone from London who was well known for making expensive shoes. (maybe whatsherface from Jimmy Choo?)
Alas no gossip about the couple that runs the S&M sex weekends for German and Dutch people. *snorts*
Then it was back home for tea and cake. Mr. Jenner read Sherlock Holmes to Senor Onion. There was also more reading of the paper. Paul, Katherine and her son came over. It was roast beef, yorkshire pudding and roast potatoes for dinner. (there were vegetables but they were a minor detail in comparison to the rest of the meal)
There was lemon meringue pie for dessert. This is Mr. Jenner's favorite meal so when we visit we always have it at some point. Always.
Afterward it was cadbury chocolate and the latest Michael Palin series.
Could these people be any more English? I think they would have to go and conquer foreign lands, colonize them in the name of the Queen and catch a tropical disease to really cement their anglo character. But hey, tomorrow is Monday and anything can happen.
There is loose talk about going to Dartmoor this week but nothing is set in stone. It is a matter of looking at the map and saying, "Hey let's go there. They have ponies."
I need to go and find a hot water bottle. As modern as many large English homes are they still carry a kind of cold damp that clings to your bones. A bit like Venice only fewer Doges.
Maybe not entertaining but definitely enjoyable in a calm sort of way.
Senor Onion decided for some reason that eating porridge was a traumatic event and he would demonstrate that trauma by bursting into tears every few bites of food. He eventually calmed down when I fed him a piece of toast.
Well okay then. Maybe organic fruit and porridge ain't your thing.
Just don't scream about it when it is 8 in the morning and other people are trying to sleep.
The rest of the morning was spent reading the paper, drinking tea and saying, "does it look like rain?"
We also bathed The Sun King who in turn took a nice long nap.
After lunch we went for a walk down on the beach. It was nice and windy and there were some interesting tide pools. Of course we ran into someone so there was the usual chatter. "Oh look a baby. How cute." And then some talk about the local council, the state of the road near the beach and what some git from London paid for a small cottage in the neighborhood. (too much if you want to know)
It was also mentioned about The Hermitage being sold for a high price to someone from London who was well known for making expensive shoes. (maybe whatsherface from Jimmy Choo?)
Alas no gossip about the couple that runs the S&M sex weekends for German and Dutch people. *snorts*
Then it was back home for tea and cake. Mr. Jenner read Sherlock Holmes to Senor Onion. There was also more reading of the paper. Paul, Katherine and her son came over. It was roast beef, yorkshire pudding and roast potatoes for dinner. (there were vegetables but they were a minor detail in comparison to the rest of the meal)
There was lemon meringue pie for dessert. This is Mr. Jenner's favorite meal so when we visit we always have it at some point. Always.
Afterward it was cadbury chocolate and the latest Michael Palin series.
Could these people be any more English? I think they would have to go and conquer foreign lands, colonize them in the name of the Queen and catch a tropical disease to really cement their anglo character. But hey, tomorrow is Monday and anything can happen.
There is loose talk about going to Dartmoor this week but nothing is set in stone. It is a matter of looking at the map and saying, "Hey let's go there. They have ponies."
I need to go and find a hot water bottle. As modern as many large English homes are they still carry a kind of cold damp that clings to your bones. A bit like Venice only fewer Doges.
