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Oct. 27th, 2010 12:08 pmI am not sure how we shall maintain this pace straight through the holiday season! Even having cut several commitments out of the remaining weeks, there are more things to do than hours in the day, it seems.
I was quite sure I'd have time to finish Children of the Blood before the DoP luncheon today and yet, here I am, quite mired by other more pressing commitments, and barely past chapter three. It's gripping, truthfully, but I just have not had the leisure for reading in the last two weeks. It makes me long for our little beach holiday again!
And there's no help in sight: try as I might I could not bring myself to disappoint Norah and turn down her request to help with the WI reception for Madam Kindle, and of course it would have to meet this week; Friday is our deadline for approving the proofs of the issue, so Revati and I are meeting tomorrow to discuss them together; I've the Sainsbury caterers to begin planning for our usual holiday party; Cooper coming to Kensington on Friday after my time in the office, so we can walk the grounds before he chooses his sites; a fitting for several sets of robes for the upcoming season; and then there is the small matter of Our Lord's celebrations at the weekend!
Sometimes, though, the bustle is well worth the trouble. It was lovely to see the newest McLaggen's Naming and of course, catching up with Charles and Ygraine at the Evan-Cuthbert wedding. And Ned! Barty, he says you've given him a rise already: You must be very pleased. It's good to see he's doing so well.
Though it's less rewarding to note that the trade in counterfeit fashion is as lively as ever. I have nothing but sympathy for those unfortunates, like Mrs Dunstan, who are duped into purchasing so-called 'originals' when they have no idea that the items are forgeries. I can only hope she took more care with the wedding present!
I was quite sure I'd have time to finish Children of the Blood before the DoP luncheon today and yet, here I am, quite mired by other more pressing commitments, and barely past chapter three. It's gripping, truthfully, but I just have not had the leisure for reading in the last two weeks. It makes me long for our little beach holiday again!
And there's no help in sight: try as I might I could not bring myself to disappoint Norah and turn down her request to help with the WI reception for Madam Kindle, and of course it would have to meet this week; Friday is our deadline for approving the proofs of the issue, so Revati and I are meeting tomorrow to discuss them together; I've the Sainsbury caterers to begin planning for our usual holiday party; Cooper coming to Kensington on Friday after my time in the office, so we can walk the grounds before he chooses his sites; a fitting for several sets of robes for the upcoming season; and then there is the small matter of Our Lord's celebrations at the weekend!
Sometimes, though, the bustle is well worth the trouble. It was lovely to see the newest McLaggen's Naming and of course, catching up with Charles and Ygraine at the Evan-Cuthbert wedding. And Ned! Barty, he says you've given him a rise already: You must be very pleased. It's good to see he's doing so well.
Though it's less rewarding to note that the trade in counterfeit fashion is as lively as ever. I have nothing but sympathy for those unfortunates, like Mrs Dunstan, who are duped into purchasing so-called 'originals' when they have no idea that the items are forgeries. I can only hope she took more care with the wedding present!
