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!
Cro! You're up in the wee hours to visit Willow Manor! I'm very excited to meet your legendary date. I'm sorry to say the Scottish eggs are not on the menu this year...American fare...which I'm sure the lovely lady will enjoy...ReplyDelete
(I have a spot saved for you on my dance card.)
Ah, El. I've always wanted a chat with her!ReplyDelete
Tonight's your chance.Delete
You know, I'll bet that Eleanor is just feeling a bit out of her element, and that once she meets Willow's friends, she'll relax -- and maybe she can teach us the carola. Is that anything like the macarena?ReplyDelete
It's my unsubstantiated theory that E of A introduced Morris dancing to England,with her entourage of troubadors, so I'm sure your date will manage a step in time. Enjoy yourselves :-)ReplyDelete
Probably thanks to her good friend Maurice de Chevalier, who was a great dancer. It is rumoured that Maurice also invented the Hokey-Cokey.Delete
He did that and more....Delete
I commend to you the curiously apposite advice of my tailor - beware the hang-over.ReplyDelete
Damned impertinent chap.
It's nice to meet both of you. I'm glad you managed to persuade Eleanor to come - she's charmingReplyDelete
I just had dinner with Eleanor last week!
Do have fun! She's a riot once you get her to relax!
Another ball. Another chap who fails to invite me. I'm starting to take all this very personally. I think I'll just follow John's lead and spend time sitting on my arse playing "Rat poison, Rat Poison who has the rat poison?"ReplyDelete
I thought you'd arrive on horseback, not on ratback.Delete
Can't believe it's that time of year again. Love the sleeves!ReplyDelete
Oh my......a Ball.......where I can choose my dress and my hair and my jewels and my shoes and my transportation and .......my escort? Next year? I'm in...........ReplyDelete
park her near to the nibbles
she looks as though she needs a square meal!
She's much nicer than I thought she would be - you have taste!ReplyDelete
Eleanor is my all time favorite queen! Did she ride in bare breasted?? What a lady!ReplyDelete
she will get tangled up if she dances in that outfit...much worse than ...strictly!!!ReplyDelete
See you there sir with your date!.. Cool!..ReplyDelete
Eleanor is quite splendid and we chatted around the banquet table... she seems to be quite fond of American Ketchup!ReplyDelete
I mised Scotch eggs too! First the rum, and now Scotch eggs- (I guessing my date got some) but that's another story. I hope Eleanor enjoyed herself, and I hope she had at least one dance.ReplyDelete
You date was so interesting and next year I would love a dance!ReplyDelete
Great choice of partner!:)ReplyDelete
I hope she had a good hearty American breakfast before the Ball. She will need her strength!ReplyDelete