Monday, 7 April 2014
Molesworth fans will appreciate the spelling.
Yes back to paid work today and with it the joy of 476 unopened emails and an in tray as big as my desk. All were deftly ignored in preference for meetings where we either spoke about my holiday or Bernese Mountain Dog puppies. I began to lose count of the number of people who, when in answer to their question of "Where did you go on holiday" just managed to stop themself saying "I thought you were going somewhere nice" when I gave them the answer.
And what a lovely place it was (despite the one off Saharan fog) with loads to see. The photo police were out trying to stop anyone sneaking pictures of the inside of the cathedral but with a toddler creating a useful distraction I managed to get a couple. This is one end.
The Marquess of Londonderry’s full name was Charles William Vane Tempest Stewart. The sculptor of this statue was Signor Raphael Monti (1818-1881) who did not, as is often thought commit suicide following the discovery of a flaw in his creation by a blind beggar man who felt inside the horses mouth and shouted that the horse had no tongue and Monti should be burned at the stake for witch craft.
He did in fact die in his own home sat on the toilet after eating too many deep fried peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
Or was that Elvis?
Posted by Tony at 23:15