Ordered the Gammon steak and eggs at The Eagle & Child with a Guinness. However, when I came back from getting my pint, I was surprised to find a pink hunk of ham on my plate atop a pile of chips. I ate it anyway, not about to waste a single pound.
Soon, I'm going to bed. I've read a few sections of Tennyson (it's entirely too long of a poem) and I've read Macbeth and written some notes on it. I hope to read Cymbeline for fun tomorrow.
Tomorrow I'm going to a Greek Orthodox church just down the road; I'm sure that will be interesting. Very soon I need to try the Woodstock Road Baptist Church, but I cannot find anyone to go with me. Next week--it's become a mantra: next week, next week, next week.
Tired of it.
On a happier note, I've finally figured out the name of my favourite English confectionary delight:
Battenburg Cake -- a checkered inside, a marzipan outside. A wonderful joy for the taste buds.
Supremely delicious Battenburg cakes. Good luck finding them in the U.S.!
Supremely delicious Battenburg cakes. Good luck finding them in the U.S.!We have Sunday afternoon tea tomorrow at 4:30, as per usual at Crick. I'll have to leave nearly straightaway for practice at Wadham College Chapel for Evensong tomorrow night at 6:30. I've already rooked several persons into coming Lovely!
Cheers!
Cheers!
You had better explain the term "rooked"---seems a chess term to me.
ReplyDeleteDoesn't TCC serve petit-fours (sp.?) at fancy functions---looks like Batenburg cake? Interesting that a German term would be used to trump a French term, instead of something Yorkish or Kentish
There are bishops at the chapel.
ReplyDeleteAnd we're all only pawns in their game.
Rooked!