fever?
Giant Yorkshire pudding
Reflection of my Belgian waffle
I should tell you that Dame Judi Dench stood me up! Apparently the lady was feeling unwell on Thursday, and had cancelled the performance: she must have caught something more serious than 'hay fever'. Oh, well, I shall keep a window in my diary for the play. However, D may have to find another rare opportunity to travel all the way from Yorkshire to the Smoke. The last time I met up with her was probably a year ago, and it's always nice to see an old, good friend in a foreign city. Her mission this time was to apply for a US visa to attend the country's annual grand medievalist conference: think chivalric knights in shining armors riding white horses, and beautiful damsels sitting by the window. No, it's nothing of that sort. There're assiduous scholars + bright young intellectuals presenting their work on the Middle Ages. She says it's scary enough, as the people you quote in your paper will most likely be sitting amongst the audience. Anyways, that lovely evening I was introduced to the Toad in the Hole (I've only had mini Yorkshire Puddings before), and later settled with the sweetest and yuckiest Belgian waffle known to man--I blame it on Dench.