Romantic Rumours
Our Miss Taylor: The Prize
I discovered by accident that Tamsin had found a pen pal in Crawley. I only learned of this news when I overheard Rebecca inquiring of Zanthe ‘where’s Crawley’? Candice, that's Candice Robertson, whose knowledge of geography is also not the greatest joined in saying ‘I believe it’s in the Midlands’. I should add the parents of this pair are paying huge money for their education.
Anyways, seeing that Tamsin is my number one Facebook friend I was little concerned I was not informed about this friendship earlier. I can understand Tamsin trawling for Facebook friends but deliberately searching for pen pals of the opposing species, well that’s something else again. But I am prepared to give her the benefit of the doubt as she could have mistaken this Robin person as Robyn on ‘find friends’ on Facebook so all is forgiven… IF that is the case.
Now then where was I? It was the first lesson of the day; Mr Crisis’s science class. It was to be our introduction to quantum physics. He opened with ‘It is all to do with the very small’. My mind immediately skipped to Daphne Phillips, who I would guess would be no taller than 4 feet something, but my mind had only been distracted for a brief moment.
Zanthe said when she leaves college she intends to be a professional tightrope walker in a circus following in her father’s footsteps who was a circus aerialist before he obtained a senior position in the Treasury Department. She posed ‘why should I need to learn all this stuff?’
I was inclined to agree as I intend to be father’s secretary. Then there is Rebecca Macleod who wants to compete in gymkhanas and stuff, and Myfanwy Evans pointed out its ok to study things very small if one is going to be a nurse looking after very tiny little people and things. Do you know what I mean?
It may be an introduction to quantum physics but my mind was on other things. I know this is all gossip and speculation and maybe it is a gift only we females are blessed with. Some might say it is the gift of having the advantage of being well-versed in the art of gossip from birth but I suspect there is something going on between Briggs and the new English teacher Miss Taylor. It’s just the looks they give each other; you know the body language stuff.
Briggs, for those of you that are new to my blog, is the caretaker, handyman cum dogsbody. His wife died a few years ago and seeing Miss Taylor is not unattractive I was not surprised to see some interest from the males, first it was Mr Baxendale the maintenance man, then Mr Crisis whose offer to take her to meet his family was declined. As regular readers to my blog know Epsilon Boötis is a very long round trip and neither Miss Taylor or him had accrued enough holiday leave. By the way I am not sure if Briggs has a Christian name.
I suspect this might well blossom into a full-blown romance. As far as I know there have been no promises made or anything like, and as far as I know and they are a long way from being a unit as such but as I pointed out to Tamsin, Briggs definitely has the hots for her. Yes, well we must all keep our eyes and ears open for any further updates on this romance.
Mr Crisis never did explain if the very small eventually grew into the very large so I have to assume they stayed very small. Anyways it was only our first lesson on the subject.
It was the midterm break and was lovely being at home at Inveraray Castle again. Tamsin is staying at her home ‘The Grange’, the old Presbytery at Loch Awe for the Saturday and travelling to Argyll Castle on the Sunday. We will have a couple of weeks together.
It was lunchtime Saturday. Mother and her best friend Mrs Dalrymple were sitting in the saloon. Perhaps mother could invite Mrs Dalrymple to move in with us like permanently. They both live in a different dimension, like together but in a different dimension from father and me, if that makes any sense.
Were Mrs Pasta, the Italian kitchen lady and Lady Rowena to join mother and Mrs Dalrymple’s attempts to contact ‘the other side’ - where does it all end? In my mind I have visions of black cats and witches chanting incantations of ‘double, double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble’. It does not bear thinking about.
Father has just sold all his oil and coal interests in Brazil so for all intents he is fully retired. I suggested with the wealth he has amassed he should now be able to make a sensible offer to the Queen for the purchase of either Sandringham Castle or Balmoral, or maybe both. Mother warmed to that idea. Perhaps she can install Mrs Dalrymple in one Palace …..or the other.
It is almost as if things are preordained. You see Mrs Dalrymple wanted to have another dog but her own place having only one bedroom and a sitting room, but benefiting from a small bathroom and a broom cupboard, was too small for two dogs but if she were to move into Balmoral Castle say, she would have plenty of spare room. It would allow her to purchase another small dog.
As she already has one corgi, when wandering around Balmoral then two corgis will not be out of place, do you understand what I am trying to say here? For heavens sake, the previous owner also having had two dogs; do I have to draw a picture here?
Colonel Carter-Brown and his wife Lady Rowena our neighbours don’t keep dogs but do have a pet fox named Reynard. Incidentally why the Colonel continues to use the title Colonel is beyond me as he retired from the military years ago.
Lady Rowena had him groomed the other day and had his teeth cleaned and wormed. A job I would not like to do and bought him a flea collar….. that’s the fox not Colonel Carter-Brown.
Tamsin arrived just before lunch on Sunday. In the afternoon we mingled for a while with the Asian tourists in the Castle tea shop. As you know the lady of the castle, that’s mother, who looks after the day to day running of the tea room had been informed by the castle manageress lady that an Asian tourist had asked for a bowl of chips only to be informed chips were not on the menu.
This news no doubt will be telegraphed all the way back to travel agents and tour operators with urgency to Osaka and Tokyo.
For my gentle readers there has been a change in Miss Taylor’s circumstances which I will tell you about once we return to Denham Hall after the holidays. Oh the good news is chips will be introduced in the castle’s tea room, which is good news as mother was beginning to fret about it.
I must remind Mother about getting the piano tuned.
Anyways, seeing that Tamsin is my number one Facebook friend I was little concerned I was not informed about this friendship earlier. I can understand Tamsin trawling for Facebook friends but deliberately searching for pen pals of the opposing species, well that’s something else again. But I am prepared to give her the benefit of the doubt as she could have mistaken this Robin person as Robyn on ‘find friends’ on Facebook so all is forgiven… IF that is the case.
Now then where was I? It was the first lesson of the day; Mr Crisis’s science class. It was to be our introduction to quantum physics. He opened with ‘It is all to do with the very small’. My mind immediately skipped to Daphne Phillips, who I would guess would be no taller than 4 feet something, but my mind had only been distracted for a brief moment.
Zanthe said when she leaves college she intends to be a professional tightrope walker in a circus following in her father’s footsteps who was a circus aerialist before he obtained a senior position in the Treasury Department. She posed ‘why should I need to learn all this stuff?’
I was inclined to agree as I intend to be father’s secretary. Then there is Rebecca Macleod who wants to compete in gymkhanas and stuff, and Myfanwy Evans pointed out its ok to study things very small if one is going to be a nurse looking after very tiny little people and things. Do you know what I mean?
It may be an introduction to quantum physics but my mind was on other things. I know this is all gossip and speculation and maybe it is a gift only we females are blessed with. Some might say it is the gift of having the advantage of being well-versed in the art of gossip from birth but I suspect there is something going on between Briggs and the new English teacher Miss Taylor. It’s just the looks they give each other; you know the body language stuff.
Briggs, for those of you that are new to my blog, is the caretaker, handyman cum dogsbody. His wife died a few years ago and seeing Miss Taylor is not unattractive I was not surprised to see some interest from the males, first it was Mr Baxendale the maintenance man, then Mr Crisis whose offer to take her to meet his family was declined. As regular readers to my blog know Epsilon Boötis is a very long round trip and neither Miss Taylor or him had accrued enough holiday leave. By the way I am not sure if Briggs has a Christian name.
I suspect this might well blossom into a full-blown romance. As far as I know there have been no promises made or anything like, and as far as I know and they are a long way from being a unit as such but as I pointed out to Tamsin, Briggs definitely has the hots for her. Yes, well we must all keep our eyes and ears open for any further updates on this romance.
Mr Crisis never did explain if the very small eventually grew into the very large so I have to assume they stayed very small. Anyways it was only our first lesson on the subject.
It was the midterm break and was lovely being at home at Inveraray Castle again. Tamsin is staying at her home ‘The Grange’, the old Presbytery at Loch Awe for the Saturday and travelling to Argyll Castle on the Sunday. We will have a couple of weeks together.
It was lunchtime Saturday. Mother and her best friend Mrs Dalrymple were sitting in the saloon. Perhaps mother could invite Mrs Dalrymple to move in with us like permanently. They both live in a different dimension, like together but in a different dimension from father and me, if that makes any sense.
Were Mrs Pasta, the Italian kitchen lady and Lady Rowena to join mother and Mrs Dalrymple’s attempts to contact ‘the other side’ - where does it all end? In my mind I have visions of black cats and witches chanting incantations of ‘double, double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble’. It does not bear thinking about.
Father has just sold all his oil and coal interests in Brazil so for all intents he is fully retired. I suggested with the wealth he has amassed he should now be able to make a sensible offer to the Queen for the purchase of either Sandringham Castle or Balmoral, or maybe both. Mother warmed to that idea. Perhaps she can install Mrs Dalrymple in one Palace …..or the other.
It is almost as if things are preordained. You see Mrs Dalrymple wanted to have another dog but her own place having only one bedroom and a sitting room, but benefiting from a small bathroom and a broom cupboard, was too small for two dogs but if she were to move into Balmoral Castle say, she would have plenty of spare room. It would allow her to purchase another small dog.
As she already has one corgi, when wandering around Balmoral then two corgis will not be out of place, do you understand what I am trying to say here? For heavens sake, the previous owner also having had two dogs; do I have to draw a picture here?
Colonel Carter-Brown and his wife Lady Rowena our neighbours don’t keep dogs but do have a pet fox named Reynard. Incidentally why the Colonel continues to use the title Colonel is beyond me as he retired from the military years ago.
Lady Rowena had him groomed the other day and had his teeth cleaned and wormed. A job I would not like to do and bought him a flea collar….. that’s the fox not Colonel Carter-Brown.
Tamsin arrived just before lunch on Sunday. In the afternoon we mingled for a while with the Asian tourists in the Castle tea shop. As you know the lady of the castle, that’s mother, who looks after the day to day running of the tea room had been informed by the castle manageress lady that an Asian tourist had asked for a bowl of chips only to be informed chips were not on the menu.
This news no doubt will be telegraphed all the way back to travel agents and tour operators with urgency to Osaka and Tokyo.
For my gentle readers there has been a change in Miss Taylor’s circumstances which I will tell you about once we return to Denham Hall after the holidays. Oh the good news is chips will be introduced in the castle’s tea room, which is good news as mother was beginning to fret about it.
I must remind Mother about getting the piano tuned.
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