The sun at the start of the week was so strong in nature as to quite keep the Countess in the shade. I dared not venture out for fear of burning my delicate English skin (....part Scottish also, and possibly part something else that has yet to be ascertained and has no doubt gone to the grave of dear Papa)......
And then there is the problem of a regal sensitivity of the skin of the face and neck.
As a woman seen so oft in public I have a duty to show the proletariat the way that a lady of breeding should appear: neither as a gypsy nor a skivvy nor someone from the Essex county. Thus I was more or less housebound for the entire Easter break. This suited me well lest my will to avoid the vodkas and the champagnes in the borough be weakened under the seduction of friends and acquaintances. Why, even the Lady Pembleton-Fraser, occasionally referred to as 'an old lush', whatever that should mean, remained at home and free from the temptations that present themselves beyond the castle walls. (More or less, there were two weaknesses of will in a wine bar in Hove that the Lady chose to forget).
What pleasure it was to sit with Mama and to reminisce of more pleasant times before the infiltration of the C(o)unt and the fall from grace of the Baron. It must also be said that food and refreshment at the Castle in Hove is most palatable and readily available as the Lady Pembleton-Fraser has a good solid staff who have been trained well to fit into her simple but sturdy ways.
For the moment readers, may God bless Britain as I expect traders to arrive presently with parasols made of fine English lace.
And then there is the problem of a regal sensitivity of the skin of the face and neck.
As a woman seen so oft in public I have a duty to show the proletariat the way that a lady of breeding should appear: neither as a gypsy nor a skivvy nor someone from the Essex county. Thus I was more or less housebound for the entire Easter break. This suited me well lest my will to avoid the vodkas and the champagnes in the borough be weakened under the seduction of friends and acquaintances. Why, even the Lady Pembleton-Fraser, occasionally referred to as 'an old lush', whatever that should mean, remained at home and free from the temptations that present themselves beyond the castle walls. (More or less, there were two weaknesses of will in a wine bar in Hove that the Lady chose to forget).
What pleasure it was to sit with Mama and to reminisce of more pleasant times before the infiltration of the C(o)unt and the fall from grace of the Baron. It must also be said that food and refreshment at the Castle in Hove is most palatable and readily available as the Lady Pembleton-Fraser has a good solid staff who have been trained well to fit into her simple but sturdy ways.
For the moment readers, may God bless Britain as I expect traders to arrive presently with parasols made of fine English lace.
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