Our visit to the theatre on Saturday was mesmerising. We had a beautiful dinner in the Gourmet Toadstool,and headed off to the theatre three doors down. The dance company was International,and the production a mixed media affair. Perfect dance moves,fantastic backdrop of moving images, impeccable music and stunning visual impact all added up to a thrilling performance. We walked home afterwards to Pendragon's city toadstool,with the stars of contentment still in our eyes.
We sat up for a while sipping our cocoa,and talking about the evening,and then fell into bed, in each other's arms.
On Sunday we went out for brunch ,a tasty vegetarian grill with tall glasses of bramble juice. We walked down to the theatre by The Water of Hilthe.It was sunny and the water shimmered.We passed sundry other walkers all stretching their legs in the late summer sunshine. I arrived at the theatre on the stroke of one,to find the other Theatricals either there or arriving.
Remindur gathered us all together,ran through a warm-up and exercises,and then set us a task to prepare a choral piece together. Some musicians in our merry band prepared a piece of backing music ,and we performed music and choral work together. It sounded terrific. Remindur was pleased,and felt it would help him to make decisions about the larger parts on offer. We have not yet been told how our auditions went,but every heart beats to be told it has been successful.
Another lovely day. Pendragon and I returned to our toadstool home in Dingley Dell for six,and Pendragon threw some ingredients together in the kitchen to make our evening meal.Off to bed at ten, I slept soundly.
Today has been blustery outside,so I have not ventured far.I did admin. work this morning and housework this afternoon. Suddenly I seem to be seeing more of our neighbours after a couple of weeks of them being virtually invisible. From my living room window today,at various times, I saw Jeraboa Dagwort, Weedy Primpole, Nobby Shilpit, and the Fearless Faery. The Primpoles have arrived back after two weeks gathering rust in the Drookit Hills of Perothia. It rained every day.I heard Severity tell a passing neighbour so,as she was hanging over the gate of the Primpole Toadstool. I cannot imagine why they take these ghastly holidays in their small touring toadstool. Hardly room to swing a marmalade cat in ,never mind two large wildebeests and themselves,Weedy and Severity. They must have been damp inside and out for a whole fortnight. The wildebeests have been barking round the clock since they returned.
Jeraboa Dagwort seems to be putting on a little weight around his middle. His red neck seems to be even thicker than it was before, and there is a distinct roll of blubber hanging over his belt. I have not seen Mimsey for ages.It does seem strange.I have seen Jeraboa occasionally,with his daughter Ariadne,but not with the ever anxious Mimsey. I must keep an eye on things.Who knows what murky plotting may be afoot in the arbours of number ten Lobelia Drive ?
Tomorrow I travel to Brigantia to the GeldHouse to transfer some funding,and possibly purchase some parchments.I need to return early,as we are receiving a visit from Queen Brighid the Bright in the evening. She is coming to see Pendragon and myself to discuss the arrangements for our Betrothal Day.I want the toadstool to gleam as she is notorious for finding fault with every one she visits.
I will have some red wine and canapes ready should she have time between criticisms to satisfy the needs of her stomach.
Dear sweet Pendragon will be the soul of gentlemanly good manners despite any of her annoying comments,and I shall also put a hold on my tongue,should any of her withering remarks head in my direction. Hopefully she will tire of us quickly and leave our toadstool haven by ten pm.
Love and stuff to you all,my dear friends, and may Tuesday's climes be fine wherever you may be.
From Amarantha Willow, the Rainbow Faery.
