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Told Mavis I didn’t like it.
She shrugged.
“I could do something about it, I suppose,” she muttered, “since I put the spell on the two of you. But I don’t think it would be wise. You could talk to Sebastian about it and see what he says.”
Bloody right I would.
I asked where Ash lived and she hemmed and hawed and finally explained he was staying in The Dungeons.
(FYI: The Dungeons are not real dungeons, per se, but Su, Viv and I called them that when we visited. The Dungeons were the two bottom floors of The Gables which were built into the side of the cliff. It is kind of darker and scarier down there than anywhere else in The Gables. We avoided it as there were too many shadows which seemed to move when they weren’t supposed to and it freaked us out.)
Took windy, twisty route to studded, wooden door that leads into Dungeons and knocked (heard loud echoes on other side of door after knocking, creepy, I really hate The Dungeons).
When Ash arrived at door, he opened it (creakily) and leaned against the jamb with arms crossed on chest (his favorite position to look down his nose at people). Then he looked down his nose at me (could swear he had a little grin on his face).
“Don’t eavesdrop into my thoughts anymore. We’ll get you a beeper or something,” I said, figuring I might scare him into complying with my supreme bossiness and confident demeanor.
“No.”
Obviously, it didn’t work.
“Some things I think are private. Just meant for, er, me,” I told him.
This was embarrassing.
“ Mathilda,” he said, exuding restrained patience, “you think of me… any time you think of me… I’ll know. Whatever it is. That’s the way it goes, that’s how I protect you.”
“Well, stop it.”
“I can’t.”
“We’ll get Mavis to do something about it,” I suggested helpfully.
“ I don’t want Mavis to do anything about it,” he said and then grinned again . “I like your thoughts about me.”
Ack!
Sebastian is most provoking.
(How’s that for a thought?)
Chapter Four
The Month of February
2 February
Status quo.
Everyone is alive which I think is good.
Had first month anniversary of re-opening of café as The Witches Dozen. We gave Mavis heart palpitations as Lucy and I gave out mini-cookie and coupon for free coffee drink to everyone who came through the door.
Mavis said with some alarm, “They’ll come back expecting a free drink.”
To which Lucy replied, “They’ll come back.”
I think Mavis understands but still thinks we’re slightly crazy.
I one-upped Lucy’s Red Cake by unveiling an American Angel Food cake with my Mom’s famous whipped cream icing (more like whipped shortening and butter with shitloads of sugar in it but that’s a secret).
Although Angel Food cake is commonplace in The States, no one has heard of it here (had to get Viv to Fed Ex an Angel Food cake tin). I renamed it Hanna Belle Cake after my Mom – no one but tourists would know the difference.
Cake was a huge success and even more so since I announced it’s fat free (not, of course, if you eat the icing with it but I explained you could scrape it off (if you’re insane)).
Also important to note that Josie introduced me to Jigsaw and found Stila at Space NK and Jimmy Choo at Harvey Nicks in Cabot Circus. I’m surrounded by decent fashion (albeit not with good parking but such is life in England). Now can breathe easier about shopping situation (as in, don’t have to take the train to London every time I fancy a new sweater or need eye shadow).
YAYAY!
3 February
New development.
Was settling in to Movie Night with Lucy and Josie…
Aside: Made the mistake of saying, in all innocence, “I don’t get the whole Taxi Driver, Martin Scorsese thing. I mean, I prefer the works of Rob Reiner.” (Seriously, though, wouldn’t you rather watch This Is Spinal Tap and see Derek Smalls going on about visionaries than watch Joe Pesci’s Tommy DeVito screaming
Told Mavis I didn’t like it.
She shrugged.
“I could do something about it, I suppose,” she muttered, “since I put the spell on the two of you. But I don’t think it would be wise. You could talk to Sebastian about it and see what he says.”
Bloody right I would.
I asked where Ash lived and she hemmed and hawed and finally explained he was staying in The Dungeons.
(FYI: The Dungeons are not real dungeons, per se, but Su, Viv and I called them that when we visited. The Dungeons were the two bottom floors of The Gables which were built into the side of the cliff. It is kind of darker and scarier down there than anywhere else in The Gables. We avoided it as there were too many shadows which seemed to move when they weren’t supposed to and it freaked us out.)
Took windy, twisty route to studded, wooden door that leads into Dungeons and knocked (heard loud echoes on other side of door after knocking, creepy, I really hate The Dungeons).
When Ash arrived at door, he opened it (creakily) and leaned against the jamb with arms crossed on chest (his favorite position to look down his nose at people). Then he looked down his nose at me (could swear he had a little grin on his face).
“Don’t eavesdrop into my thoughts anymore. We’ll get you a beeper or something,” I said, figuring I might scare him into complying with my supreme bossiness and confident demeanor.
“No.”
Obviously, it didn’t work.
“Some things I think are private. Just meant for, er, me,” I told him.
This was embarrassing.
“ Mathilda,” he said, exuding restrained patience, “you think of me… any time you think of me… I’ll know. Whatever it is. That’s the way it goes, that’s how I protect you.”
“Well, stop it.”
“I can’t.”
“We’ll get Mavis to do something about it,” I suggested helpfully.
“ I don’t want Mavis to do anything about it,” he said and then grinned again . “I like your thoughts about me.”
Ack!
Sebastian is most provoking.
(How’s that for a thought?)
Chapter Four
The Month of February
2 February
Status quo.
Everyone is alive which I think is good.
Had first month anniversary of re-opening of café as The Witches Dozen. We gave Mavis heart palpitations as Lucy and I gave out mini-cookie and coupon for free coffee drink to everyone who came through the door.
Mavis said with some alarm, “They’ll come back expecting a free drink.”
To which Lucy replied, “They’ll come back.”
I think Mavis understands but still thinks we’re slightly crazy.
I one-upped Lucy’s Red Cake by unveiling an American Angel Food cake with my Mom’s famous whipped cream icing (more like whipped shortening and butter with shitloads of sugar in it but that’s a secret).
Although Angel Food cake is commonplace in The States, no one has heard of it here (had to get Viv to Fed Ex an Angel Food cake tin). I renamed it Hanna Belle Cake after my Mom – no one but tourists would know the difference.
Cake was a huge success and even more so since I announced it’s fat free (not, of course, if you eat the icing with it but I explained you could scrape it off (if you’re insane)).
Also important to note that Josie introduced me to Jigsaw and found Stila at Space NK and Jimmy Choo at Harvey Nicks in Cabot Circus. I’m surrounded by decent fashion (albeit not with good parking but such is life in England). Now can breathe easier about shopping situation (as in, don’t have to take the train to London every time I fancy a new sweater or need eye shadow).
YAYAY!
3 February
New development.
Was settling in to Movie Night with Lucy and Josie…
Aside: Made the mistake of saying, in all innocence, “I don’t get the whole Taxi Driver, Martin Scorsese thing. I mean, I prefer the works of Rob Reiner.” (Seriously, though, wouldn’t you rather watch This Is Spinal Tap and see Derek Smalls going on about visionaries than watch Joe Pesci’s Tommy DeVito screaming
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