I'm off to today's annual Willow Ball. My partner this year is gorgeous local girl, Eleanor of Aquitaine (that's her above).
Eleanor was a little hesitant to accept my invitation. Like most women, she was worried about her ball gown not being à la mode, she also claims to know little of dances or dancing; other than something called a 'carola' (which she says she does enjoy).
I assured her that she'd most certainly be the 'belle of the ball'. And as for the dancing; I said we'd muddle along somehow.
I do hope Tess will still be offering us her famous Scotch eggs; I really want Eleanor to taste one of those.
We'll see you all there!