My mother doesn’t know I have a weblog.

She’s sitting in the next room, right now, reading the Daily Telegraph. So I must be stealthy, and quiet, and quick.

The rain has been tipping down heavily all day, and shows no signs of stopping. This does not bode well for the evening’s entertainment: the Festival of Fireworks at Shugborough Hall. To which we are taking a picnic supper, complete with chairs, tables, wine glasses, and those nice Wedgewood Queen’s Ware soup bowls. We may get a little soggy. But too late to back out now.

Oops, I heard movement. Catch you later.

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