Ice cold, clear pink skies. Winter!
M
complained about Mabel smelling gross this morning, then said: ‘Nellie doesn’t smell.’
Nellie is A’s dog – he bought a puppy around the same time we adopted Mabel.
Apparently, Nellie doesn’t chew/bite/tear/bark or destroy shoes or gloves. She always
comes on command and can speak fluent Russian.
Over to Hastings on the train for meeting
with B and 1066 team. Met B in Cafe Des Arts, great place to chat, no music,
table service, everything ordered, good coffee – and cheese scones apparently.
1066 – Discussed the Spoken Word event and exhibition
– Where to hold it? How can we make it so riveting people will sell their own
blood for tickets? No clear answers yet, just some ideas worth
exploring....need to share and find out what others think.
MH told us he looked
up 12th May 1066 and came across the diary of a Dane who tried to
invade England on that day. Got us thinking about doing spoof 1066 diaries: ‘Got up early to invade England, invasion
repelled, felt v. depressed, went home, large glass of Glogg...’
According to BBC history, it was in May 1066 that:
“Tostig made his first, abortive, attempt to invade England. Harold called out
the English levy (the fyrd), which was an army of English peasant farmers
obliged to fight for their king when required to do so, and kept it out. He
wanted to be ready to face the invasion fleet that William had built and
mustered at Rennes on the Norman coast. But William did not come.”
Slow train home, cup of tea and Marathon bar
(I refuse to call them Snickers), show stopping sunset over Beachy Head.
Puppy class with Mabel. Mabel got confused. I
got confused. Came home v. depressed, large glass of wine....
Photograph courtesy of Nitinit
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