Wednesday, 10 November 2010


A cessation of events and insalubrious activities along the Spanish coast came none to soon for I fear my health was in jeopardy. The diet was rich in carcinogens that my physician has warned against. Moreover the extent of insufficient personal physical activity involved.......

the traversing of the floor of the House of Polo (from Sir Nigel's regular table to the ladies toilette).......

a brief partaking in dance with one's host on the dance floor of the House of Polo.......

and walking to or from the waiting limousine some ten feet or so beyond the doors of the House of Polo.

Furthermore, gifts of the highest quality, including beauty treatments and other spoilings, were now to be expected rather than appreciated by a Countess becoming spoiled. I was reminded of mother and Della who question on occasion your Countess' lack of grace when receiving......a lady should refrain from expectation after all....a mantra one tries to adhere to.

I had also become appreciatively comfortable in my new Marbellan Castle and had all at once become accustomed to Sir Nigel's foibles and even with his tippled staff. The Palaces in Brighton and Hackney were becoming a distant dream. 'Twas fairly now a time to return. That aside, Sir Nigel was overly prone to glance longingly, if somewhat forlorn, as I made way in the mornings from my temporary boudoir to the powder room....... (my quarters lacking en suite facilities as you may recall).

I had received news also from Della that the Baron Rupert de la Mare was finding his autonomy at the Brighton palace rather to his liking. There was no news of lodgers moved in at least and I had not yet heard any complaint from the local constabulary, but I was fearing that my return be necessary lest the borough and the Palace fell to ruin without me. 
There was news of British recession coming through to Spain and Sir Nigel was to be heard advising clients to sell their bullion .......not that one would drop by the eaves of course.

And so one made arrangements to return to this fair isle.
Sir Nigel's driver chaperoned your Countess to the jet and quite upset my constitution with tales from somewhere north of Hackney, a place referred to as Liverpool, I believe.......

I was fair looking forward to my return home and to my own staff who have been well vetted against affiliation with mafia and the underworld and other problems that may affect their work here at the Palace. 

(Although I believe one of the scullery maids, a tall slender red haired girl with an Irish likeness, named Amber of Moulsecombe, may have a physical disorder affecting her disposition; an overheating problem which causes her to unbutton her bodices in the thick of her duties. The Baron Rupert has explained that this is a rare medical condition and that I must show charity to the creature lest the Baron be forced to renege on a previous promise to her guardians. I remain pleased that the Baron puts his superior education and philanthropy to such commendable use and Della has assured me that the separation in class bears no challenge to what amounts to a purely benevolent relationship......although the girl spends much effort cleaning the Baron's quarters.)

Now, upon my return I noticed immediately that the black onyx statue that guards the palace doorway was absent from its placement. Initially the staff and the Baron were loath to reveal any knowledge of the whereabouts of the sculpture which had been bestowed upon your Countess by a Persian prince some years ago.
Some interrogation ensued for I missed the article and most especially enjoyed, over the years of its possession, its genuine emerald eyes.

My detective work was not of any value and I am assured by the Baron that a thief has stolen the gift....... one late evening he thought he had heard rumblings in the grounds, though they were left unchecked. I have spread word about the boroughs of Brighton and Hackney but fear that in my absence overseas I was quite taken advantage of. The Baron Rupert has assured me that it was an outdated fashion piece with little kudos and that I must put it out of my mind in favour of the many other items of beauty about the Palace. Although I am also missing my highly sought after Alessi coffee least my child was safe, unravaged one hopes and in appreciation of his mother love having been without it for eleven days.

Upon my return to the borough of course we were to celebrate Hallows Eve and other excitements. There was even a march in the streets of Brighton against government cuts. Della suggested that it was not necessary for a Countess to attend such a march for a number of reasons. Firstly marching would wear one's heels, secondly, mixing with socialist rebels may affect a delicate constitution (or cause over excitement), and of course most importantly, your Countess is quite content with her cuts.....the palace butcher is the finest in England.

Brighton hosted a Zombie March as usual for this time of year and I was filled with glee to have been enabled it. Furthermore there was a dance of Zombies on our fine pier.

And thus one has slotted back into the Brighton way, parties and dancing and the sharing of new and celebrations and friendships new and old.
Lady Emily Sarah of the Wrights and Sir Martin of the Freedman clan have graciously entertained the Countess and Skye, Queen of the Mushroom Fairies this past week.....a feast fit for royalty at an establishment but a stones throw from the palace named the Lion and Lobster. 
Sir Peter of the Jarrettes celebrated a birthday this weekend past along with the Baron Rupert and the Duchy of cake and Ice Ice Baby. There was a great deal of celebrating to be done and great quantities of vodka from the Russian states were consumed. 
Martin of the Middletons came to the Palace and drew portraits of my guests whilst his colleague, Andrew of Portsmouth, bestowed many cigarettes upon them.
A new suitor......Mark of Builders, also attended the Countess and her palace and momentarily there was consideration amongst parties that a union may be possible. The gentleman has not been successful in his seduction, however, as my business secretary, having enquired into Mark of Builders activities, has warned that the gentleman is no match in funding.......Della warned of a similar mismatch in intellect.......Skye warned that the gentleman bore many striking resemblances to the C(o)unt.  Indeed there was a genetic lineage of Italian stock, a lack of education and a brutish demeanor that bore a brother-like similarity to my late husband and I was forced to compose myself and be done with dalliance in order to govern the borough successfully, as is my duty.

And so tomorrow I am to luncheon with the Lord of Kempshot (one's Godfather) along with the Lady Pembleton-Fraser and Skye, Queen of the Mushroom Fairies.
Friday I am to open a new bar in the centre of town. Saturday I am to the Palace of Lady Sophie of the Parkins and to venture into Deal in Kent where the great Molly Parkin is to sign books.....I am to purchase one and have it inscribed by the great lady for my own dear mother on Christmas day.

And Lex of Angels has installed onto the palace computer system something called expert and professional software. This software has cost the palace greatly .....your Countess was forced to sell one of her gold bars to Sir Nigel of Spain (in exile). I am assured that the archives of Brighton and Hackney will now be managed according to excellence and that my relinquishment will not be in vain.

Now readers I am to the four poster but let us spare a thought for revolting students who this very day past took their discontent to the streets of London as the government plan measures of strife in an attempt to quell the leaks from our coffers. Let us never forget the British right to dissent and to resist!
God bless you all.

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