You can ask a Minion…..
But you can’t tell a Minion.
Their world just doesn’t work like that.
And, for the most part, they are all good little chaps.
That would be all except Storm…..
He was on a mission.
Today, I rasped Vitamin and Fivla’s all four hooves plus Silver’s hinds, spent a little time chatting to anyone who wanted and then it started to spit so I decided to pack up and call it a day. There is no fun to be had sitting in the rain. Bloomin’ cold. I made clicking noises to whoosh everyone away from the fences and told them to “go and get a job”.
Some ponies won’t be told.
Believe me, I shouted at him!
(He’s fine, by the way)
Meanwhile in Diary Land, your last efforts were truly wonderful and inspirational. That word was most definitely “put” and I think there is a Tennisonian Society in 1894 – Edward was at Cambridge University.
So, now Kate et al are in Brussels staying with Uncle Pierre (Generale de Baermaeker). Please can you tell me what the bit after “my hat” says.
And the three words in French (I think) – in quotes.
And, lastly, the sentnece that begins “Dinner 6-30,…..” because the word beginning with a capital B is not one I know.
I am thinking what to do with this epic. Does anyone use or know about Patreon? I wondered whether this would be a good way for folk to read the diaries. Sort of like publishing it as a book but not going down that route yet. I am not sure. This is not my world.