Yesterday was St George's Day and all us dragon hunters were very busy. I trust that a significant number of dragons were slain in the name of our Lord yesterday. I hunted but did not find nor slay one. However, it is every day's business after all, so shall continueon.
I did not attend the ceremony at St Paul's. Have been going for many years and have missed many. The ones in the eighties (and before) were very impressive services. A huge contingency of British folk from as far away as the consulate at Los Angeles came en masse and attended, dressed to the gills. I was impressed every time.
Most impressive of course were the pipers in their kilts and full costume. I remember how let down I felt that they did not pipe away through the full service but only led in and out at the processional and recessional sequences. They were and are still wonderful--a strange and moving music.
There are the split baby croissants from which I made my ham, butter, honey-mustard, and lettuce sandwiches. I was frustrated by n ot having a kitchen and was sorry I'd said I'd do my share. (What was I thinking of?) Those sandwiches were made outside and I was so frustrated by the process that I only made half my (self imposed) quota or less. After I finished we dashed up to St P's and I ran up and left them in the kitchen and adios.
Kitchen looks kind of ordinary, doesn't it? It will look a little less so when it's finished, I hope.
I conclude with the best part of the transformation so far: the location of my coffee station on the back patio. It makes my early mornings so nice.YAZZYBEL
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