Ahhh...Summertime!

Life has been busy in Primbroke manor as of late. Edward has been very busy, nipping off in his TARDIS to work on a club of some sort as well as attending to his other business interests. I have kept a lower profile, staying mostly at home, attending to the domestic realm, as it my habit. There is always much to do in the summer, with the garden to attend to, as well as putting up the fruits that are in season.

Mrs. Clowes, Nell and myself have been very busy making jams and other preserves. There are few things more enjoyable than opening a jar of raspberry jam in the dead of winter and having summertime greet your tastebuds as you bite into your slice of toast. As well, there are other fruits such as peaches, pears, cherries and saskatoons that can be put up so they can be enjoyed at their best when Jack Frost is painting the window panes. I also find it beneficial to bottle as much fruits as possible, as I tend to use them in my baking for Rosehaven Recipes as well.

While I've not been out in the public eye much, I have been keeping informed (although usually much after the fact) about events. I would like to congratulate Fuzzball Ortega on his excellent efforts as Steelhead's RFL Team Captain. He did a superior job and should be very proud of himself. I do hope though, that his head won't be too cold this winter, with him having shaved his head. Perhaps it's time to dig out that old Cowboy hat, or find a toque to keep warm.

At any rate, I should go and get back to the kitchen. While it is technically not something a lady in my position should be doing, I rather enjoy working in the kitchen. It reminds me of helping my mother out when I was a young girl. The joys of the height of summer!

P.S. Just a word to the wise....be *very* careful what you put into the Google Images search...."Victorian Canning" brings up quite different sorts of pictures!!! (and yes, I was very careful to have two n's in that!)

Happy Anniversary Edward!

It is with greatest pleasure and happiness that I wish my beloved Edward a happy 3rd annivesary! All the best to you my dearest and I am delighted and proud to be at your side.

Why Gardening in SL Rocks

After my typist has spent this past week attending to her flowerbeds and garden in RL, it inspired me to draw up a brief list of why gardening in SL is so much more enjoyable:

1. No weeds

2. You do not need to work the soil

3. No Deadheading

4. No Bugs

5. No need to worry about watering

6. The soil conditions are always perfect, no matter if you are planting on cobblestones or not.

7. Your fingernails never get dirty let alone broken when planting

8. You never break a sweat when gardening, even if you plant an entire sim.

I'm sure others could add to this list quite easily. However, there's one major point that gardening in SL and RL both share...the satisfaction of beautifying your surroundings and the pleasure of a job well done.

Happy St Patrick's Day

On behalf of Edward, our household and myself, I'd like to extend warmest wishes for a Happy St. Patrick's Day! Remember to wear green and the luck of the Irish to everyone!!!

The Household of Primbroke Manor

Just a quick entry, long overdue. After much delay, Edward and I managed to have a portrait done of our household. This was done shortly before we moved from Edison to Babbage, so I'm surprised you can't see the packing crates that were scattered about the room.

Anyhow, in order back row first: Mrs. MaryEllen Clowes (cook), Mr. Giles Earnshaw (groundskeeper and in charge of the stables and garage), Mr. Primary Gears (butler, Edward's valet, etc), and Miss Penellope Humphreys (maid).

Of course Edward and myself are recognizable.

I look forward to when our household is together again. Edward gave the staff some leave so they are visiting their families while he and I are quite cozy in our rooms in the Rookery. I'm enjoying Babbage thus far but look forward to when we are surely settled somewhere.

I Wonder as I Wander...

It is official. Edward and I and our staff are yet again moving. This past week has been frantic to say the least and only now have I found a few moments of quiet to settle at Edward's desk to put my thoughts on paper.

I am sorry to leave Edison. It seems like we arrived here not that long ago and were just getting rather comfortable and settled in. We had finally gotten the house to the point that we were both quite satisfied with it and now we have to pack up and move again. While this move has been a strain on Edward and myself, I do sympathize with our staff as well.

For the time being, we have decided to take up residence in some of the rooms in the Rookery, located in Clockhaven, New Babbage. While they are not quite what we are used to, I believe that they will be comfortable enough for a temporary solution, until something more suitable is found. We have decided not to go through with the bother and expense of refurbishing the rooms, but will make them habitable with draperies, carpets and of course plenty of hot, soapy water and elbow grease!

Mrs. Clowes has been complaining incessantly that she is certain that fresh milk, eggs, butter and other produce will not be able to be had in New Babbage. I have assured her that New Babbage is quite a bustling city and I'm sure that she will find all of this plus much more at the markets. In fact, I think it will be quite exciting to be living in the midst of the ebb and flow of humanity. My only main concern is that our gardener, Giles Earnshaw, might find the lure of the public houses and other pursuits to be very much to his liking. I must ask Edward to have a word with the male staff about expected conduct and behaviour while we are at the Rookery.

Anyhow, I should get back to the packing. Since many of our belongings are going into storage for the time being, supervising the packing to make sure the correct items are packed is necessary. I'm sure the next time I can write we will be comfortable settled in Clockhaven.

On behalf of Edward and myself (and especially to Edward), I would like to wish all of our friends, family and acquaintances a very Happy Valentine's Day. May cupid rekindle the romance of existing relationships for those attached or spark something new for those who are not.