Once again, not our fault!

Hmmm ... who do we have here?
Looking a bit mediaevelish ...

It's John of Gaunt, no less.
Turns out we're hobnobbing with the Nobs.

We unerringly led - well, more dragged, really - the Madwoman
in the direction of the kitchen. But nothing was cooking - literally.
Just a load of vegetables, and not even ones that we liked ...

Woops ... we were going to do our usual weekend post yesterday, but 

after our outing at the Chiltern Open Air Museum on Saturday

the Madwoman suddenly took it into her head

that the housework needed doing.

So as she flew around the house sending dust flying

and doing frenzied hoovering

we sought sanctuary in our giant beanbag and tried to ignore it all.

Which is why we are late posting.

See? It is not our fault: as usual it is the Madwoman who is to blame.

Safety in beanbags.
More reliable and much more comfortable than safety in numbers.
Have you ever tried snuggling up on a number?
There you are then.

Spoilers

 

At the weekend we went mingling again up at the Open Air Museum.

A film crew had taken up residence outside one of the cottages, filming a book trailer.

Much more exciting was the village of tents springing up all over the green.

The Madwoman asked about the Royal Standard being flown from one of the tents.

Did it mean the King was in residence? she asked.

Someone muttered something about John of Gaunt being expected later.

Oh yeah, weren't all his offspring barred from ever being able to succeed to the throne by Henry VII or someone? the Madwoman enquired.

There was more muttering from the re-enactors and one of the peasants exclaimed

"What?! Really?"

"We're from an earlier period than that" explained another. 

  Trust the Madwoman to spoil the plot for them.