"O God, I could be bounded in a nut shell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams." - Hamlet Act II scene ii
29 August 2007
25 August 2007
22 August 2007
1. The first known Yorkshire pudding recipe to be printed appeared in "The Art of Cooking" by Hannah Glasse in 1796.
2. The Yorkshire pudding was often served as a first course "filler" for poorer people to reduce their appetite for second course meat.
4. The cricket umpire Dickie Bird once wore an upturned Yorkshire pudding on his head like a flat cap for three overs of a test match and nobody noticed.
5. A stale Yorkshire pudding can be soaked in water and used as filler for cracked walls where it hardens like plaster.
6. The frisbee was first invented by two American college students who were throwing a large discarded Yorkshire pudding around in their college grounds.
9. The Yorkshire pudding is an ancient aphrodisiac.
21 August 2007
We set off to her school in full and confident knowledge that she had made her required grades. She went in to pick up her exam documents and emerged moments later to tell me how well she had done - A in English, A in Theatre Studies, A for the General Paper and B for Sociology - missing out on a fourth A grade by just five marks. Fanbloodytastic! I don't mind saying I wept a few tears myself. Funny that, isn't it? How sometimes positive delight can grab you so much that you weep tears of joy.
Frances (Right) with her friend Meg before the Sixth Form Prom in July.
We are all so proud of her. She will be taking a four year degree course in American and Canadian Studies with a year studying at a North American university. Do they have any universities in Seattle or maybe North Carolina? Watch out! The Yorkshire Pudding empire is spreading!
15 August 2007
Mum in December 2005 at the residential home.
10 August 2007
Above: The beach at beautiful Biarritz.
Below: Aliens collecting holy water in holy plastic bottles from the holy taps at Lourdes.
Above: Snails bubbling at a village party near Mirepoix
Below: High on an Ariege hill - my brother Robin's farmhouse and gites.
Above: Pyrenneen horses roaming above 2000 metres.
Below: The changing face of the ever present mountains.
Below: The Mediterranean just above Cerbere and three miles from the border with Spain.
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