I had an early wander around Dingley Dell Harbour this morning. Pendragon woke me at seven with a cup of spearminr and camomile tea,and once I had had it, I could not fall asleep again. I got up,washed and dressed,had a rushed but hazy breakfast,and popped out to make my way to the village centre. I was much too early for my appointment with the Faery Beautician,so I wandered the length of the High Street until I came to the Lifeboat Shed. Other elven folk were already around,some staring out to the Big Water like myself,others sitting on the nearby benches soaking up the new morning air and being at peace with themselves. The sea was a very calm blue and the view very clear across to the horizon and beyond. There is an island under the bridge and every inch of the fortress which stretches across its middle could be seen. Every dark window, every grassy knoll,every rangey battlement stood proud in the early morning light. I sat on the one empty bench and took in the sights.
I was not due to have my face cleansed and polished till eleven,so I felt a cup of some warm brew was due to me while I was waiting. I headed back to the Buttercup Bistro ,which had just opened for the day , and captured that all important favourite window seat. Better still the boggart boy was not there. I think he only works in the afternoons,so I felt I would be safe from his limpet eyes and his puppy dog gaze. I was young myself once and I am sure I suffered from painful crushes of all kinds,so I do understand.But it is no fun being the recipient of one,and to be honest,I have not the patience to wait for his doomed attachment to run its course.
Having a hot cup of acorn tea in solitude gives one time to think and count one's blessings. I lost myself for a few minutes in my own thoughts and in the first few pages of today's Daily Scandal. Once I had demolished the headlines I could not hold back a burning desire to read my own column on page fifteen.
There it was ,bold as you like,with my byline. This week's celebrity interview with Pandora Nascallora,the concert pianist,towered above my book of the week, my film of the month,my review of the current play at the Boysenberry Halls,and Amarantha's tittle tattle upon a week of life and love in Dingley Dell. It was a full colour spread,and I smiled to myself,still tickled to find myself unbelievably in print.It all looked very good and I hoped my team and Cumberpatch were well pleased with it too.
In the beauty Parlour, I lay listening to relaxing music while the shy elven maid Lukushia massaged my neck and face with sweet oils. I drifted off to a lightwieght slumber at least a couple of times,while she polished my skin and trimmed my eyebrows.
There were many other tasks to be undertaken today,so I was grateful for the extra sleep.
Pendragon and I have a full weekend ahead of us from tomorrow,including dinner and a theatre visit on Saturday,and merry pranks with the Theatricals on Sunday. I shall relax tonight,pack a few fine vestments for my stay and watch an exciting thriller on the electronic picture box.
I hope you have had a fruitful week,my dear redoutables. With much praise and satisfaction coming to you for your labours. Take care to enjoy the last of the Metropolis Festival, and maybe lay plans for that sun-kissed autumn holiday for two or more. With love from the troops at Lobelia Drive,especially dear Miss Willow,the divine Amarantha,the Rainbow Faery.
