This chap lies in Milden Church. He is a lovely piece of stone- exquisite workmanship- minus his feet. The two stone tablets above him are faint and difficult to read, but I think it records that he was a Spencer, from Althorpe in Northamptonshire, and died in 1623. If I've got this right it seems odd that an ancestor of a future king of England (?) should be buried in a tiny church in Suffolk. Funny old thing , history, isn't it?
Scrabble club this afternoon. Three very good games - four of us at our table- Phyllis, Hilary, Joyce, and meself. Won the middle game - rather to my own surprise. No fireworks, but I'd been stacking up goodish scores without realising it. Duck for supper, with potatoes roasted in the duck fat, and chard (given us by Margaret - our nonagenarian choir member- as a thankyou for lifts into choir practice -very civilised of her). London tomorrow to view Bonham's, so bedtime now. Goodnight all.
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That's the trouble with all them folk from long ago, they really messed about with our history without so much as a 'by your leave'.
Makes you wonder whose history we're mucking up!
Bon chans at Bon hams
Hi Carl - our descendants' history, I'm afraid.
Thank you Ruth. In view of recent economic crises as reported by the media and politicians (neither of which institutions I ever believe implicitly !!) it will be interesting to see which way the cat's going to jump.
The fat-cats when they jump always end up in the cream!
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