#mr. stanhope

[bleedingcoffee42]

[winnix85]

Maurice Roche (4th Baron Fermoy), who once rumored to be a boyfriend of Miss Doris Ryer, was the maternal grandfather of Princess Diana.

[kvetchlandia]

Camille Ruf James Joyce, Zurich c.1918

“…they might as well try to stop the sun from rising tomorrow the sun shines for you he said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the day I got him to propose to me yes first I gave him the bit of seedcake out of my mouth and it was leapyear like now yes 16 years ago my God after that long kiss I near lost my breath yes he said I was a flower of the mountain yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes that was one true thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get round him and I gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till he asked me to say yes and I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking of so many things he didnt know of Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and old captain Groves and the sailors playing all birds fly and I say stoop and washing up dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in front of the governors house with the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the Spanish girls laughing in their shawls and their tall combs and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and the jews and the Arabs and the devil knows who else from all the ends of Europe and Duke street and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharons and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts of the bulls and the old castle thousands of years old yes and those handsome Moors all in white and turbans like kings asking you to sit down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with the old windows of the posadas 2 glancing eyes a lattice hid for her lover to kiss the iron and the wineshops half open at night and the castanets and the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about serene with his lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and the pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.“

–James Joyce, "Molly Bloom's Soliloquy" from “Ulysses” 1922

Happy Bloomsday, everyone.

[eirene]

Portrait Of Elizabeth Falconer, Mrs. Stanhope, As Contemplation

Sir Joshua Reynolds

[pookielious]

I just found out about Blanche nixon and her death i just thought I'd share the news articles !!

Below cut is the Transcript

(Picture 2 )

Miss Blanche Nixon, member of a socially prominent and wealthy San Francisco family. ended her life by firing a bullet into her head only a few hours before she was to preside at a cocktail party in her home yesterday.

Miss Nixon, 31, the daughter of Stanhope Wood Nixon and the late Mrs. Doris Ryer Nixon, was found in her bed in a sec- ond floor bedroom of the family home at 944 Chestnut Street.The bullet had penetrated her temple. A pistol was clutched in her right hand, police said.

Police and the coroner's office said the motive was not immediately determined. Miss Nixon's brother, Lewis, said his sister had been under medical treat ment for a depressed mental condition for some time.

Arrangements for the cock- tail party were completed Thursday evening, he said, after which he, his wife, Irene, and his sister retired. Miss Nixon apparently was in good spirits at the time, he said.

About 4:30 a, m., Nixon told police, he and his wife were [CUTOFF]

(Pictures 3 and 4— continuing from cutoff)

awakened by Miss Nixon, who said she could not sleep.

After an early morning snack, all retired again. The only noise heard that might indicate the time of death, police reported, was some time later when Mrs. Nixon said she heard what seemed like a door shutting. She did not note the time.

About 10:30 a. m., Mrs. Nixon went to her sister-in-law's bed- room to take a pet dachshund for a walk.She thought her sistern-law was sleeping, Mrs. Nixon said, and made no effort to disturb her when she opened the door to let the dog out,

A short time later, after re turning from the walk, Mrs. Nixon became concerned when she heard a telephone ringing unanswered in the bedroom.Going to the room, she turned back the covers, Mrs. Nixon said, and found her sister-in- law.

A physician was summoned and pronounced the woman dead. Police listed the death as a suicide after an investigation by Police Inspector Ralph Mc Donald.

Miss Nixon, who made her social debut at the Cotillion Bal! in 1941, had been living in the family residence on Chestnut Street since her mother died June 24. 1948. For the last sev- eral weeks, her brother and sister-in-law have been visiting her from their home in Prince- ton, N.J. Her father resides in New York.

Since her debut, Miss Nixon had traveled abroad consider- ably and spent much of her time at her family's home in Santa Barbara, friends said.

Miss Nixon and her brother had inherited the bulk of her mother's estate, estimated at $1,456,064. The major item in the estate was a half interest in 6.600 acres of Sacramento River delta farm lands, includ- ing most of Ryer Island, near Rio Vista, Solano County.

[thequietabsolute]

i read three or four pages of Ulysses each day, and this morning i finished the book once again, with tears in my eyes at Molly Bloom’s immortal reverie at the very end. curiously, i seem to be getting through it faster somehow. last time it took 18 months, this time only 14. i think perhaps the denser episodes like Oxen of the Sun, Cyclops and Ithaca are more familiar to me now and less of an intense, close, and therefore slower read.

… the sun shines for you he said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the day I got him to propose to me yes first I gave him the bit of seedcake out of my mouth and it was leapyear like now yes 16 years ago my God after that long kiss I near lost my breath yes he said I was a flower of the mountain yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes that was one true thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get round him and I gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till he asked me to say yes and I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking of so many things he didnt know of Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and old captain Groves and the sailors playing all birds fly and I say stoop and washing up dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in front of the governors house with the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the Spanish girls laughing in their shawls and their tall combs and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and the jews and the Arabs and the devil knows who else from all the ends of Europe and Duke street and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharons and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts of the bulls and the old castle thousands of years old yes and those handsome Moors all in white and turbans like kings asking you to sit down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with the old windows of the posadas glancing eyes a lattice hid for her lover to kiss the iron and the wineshops half open at night and the castanets and the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about serene with his lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.

Trieste-Zurich-Paris, 1914-1921.

[dishearteningmediocrity]

June 25th, 1937

Eighty-seven years ago, on June 25th, 1937, Colin Clive died in Los Angeles, California. This was a column that appeared in the Monday, June 28th edition of the Hollywood Citizen News, written by Edwin Martin--columnist, press agent, and acquaintance of Colin's. If I remember correctly, Gregory Mank quoted excerpts from this in his biography, but the article is worth reading in full. There's a poignant tribute underneath all the name-dropping.

Yeah, I know, not enough misery in the world these days, so it's time to dredge up more from the depths of the past. Still, it's an interesting glimpse into his life and death--and some of the people left behind.

Source: Hollywood Citizen News, Monday, June 28, 1937. Accessed via www.newspapers.com.

Transcript below.

CINEMANIA by Edwin Martin

JOURNEY'S END

"Think of all the chaps who've gone already. It can't be very lonely there--with all those fellows. Sometimes I think it's lonelier here."

Night after night we had heard him deliver those lines, and they never failed to touch us.

On this day they came back to us again--more poignantly than ever.

A few of us had gathered for a round-table at our favorite spot in Travaglini's--it was also his favorite corner that we occupied.

Just a few weeks before we had sat at this same table with him and planned a radio interview.

Soon after, when he went to the hospital, came a note in this manner: "Must have this old pump repaired a bit. Sorry we'll have to postpone our interview until I come out. Keep the corner warm at Travaglini's."

We had known him for many years--known him and admired him since they first brought him from England to star in the picture version of the same play he had made famous on the stage.

Later, when the play was revived by E.E. Clive, we enjoyed a most pleasant association while handling the publicity on the show during its run here at the Hollywood Playhouse.

During this time we got a little closer to this quiet, rather lonely man, who made famous the role of the hard-drinking Captain Stanhope in the stage and screen productions of "Journey's End."

Few knew it, but all during the past few months, even when he made such a hit in his outstanding part in "History is Made at Night," he had been carrying on under the constant shadow of a long illness--an illness which was gradually eating his heart out...but he never complained.

Sometimes there was a faraway look in his eyes as he talked--just that--nothing more--he was Captain Stanhope to the end.

A few of us were keeping the corner warm for him at Travaglini's that day when we heard Colin Clive had reached his journey's end.

WALTER BYRON, another fine young British actor, was studying his lines at the bar for the splendid part he plays with Sarah Padden in "Chilikoot Lou," with which Miss Padden soon returns to the vaudeville stage.

Eric Blore, inimitable English comedian, still in make-up, was also there...and Larry Kent, Hollywood's wandering actor, just back from directing and acting in England, was telling about a picture he wanted to make in the South Seas...Eddie Lee, known as England's "Donald Novis," was resting from his triumphant opening at the Century Club...and we were listening to the gentle elder Mr. Travaglini tell about stirring days when as a young man he was an officer in the Italian army...while Tony Travaglini, Jr., looked over a radio script planned as a welcome home to Harry Langdon.

Into this crowd of men came a saddened figure--a lovely woman who had been a friend of Colin. She was the last member of that gay trio who often occupied this same table together...from which another splendid young British actor, John Buckler, had left one night only to meet his journey’s end in Malibou Lake in a tragic auto accident.

She was the last one left—and she dragged her weary self up to the bar and ordered a double brandy.

Everyone wanted to ask about his condition, but Larry Kent was the only one who had the courage… “How is he?” he asked.

“He is going,” the woman said. “When I left he was already in the oxygen tent. They wouldn’t let me see him,” she said, trying desperately not to break down.

Because she knew that even a friend of Captain Stanhope must face unknown adventures with head held high.

A phone rang—it was for her—she answered it. Somehow the ominous tone of that ringing let us know the message. “He’s gone.”

Silently the glasses were filled…then Eric Blore lifted his glass. “I give you Colin Clive,” he said simply, and a toast was taken in his memory…and eventually each man filed out and went his separate way.

Somehow we believed that Colin Clive would have liked to know that his journey’s end had been accepted with such a gesture…as he went to that last rendezvous with his old friend, John Buckler...and as we walked out into the sunshine we remembered that we had other things to do--other things to write--but the only words we could think of were his gallant words from "Journey's End."

"Think of all the chaps who've gone already. It can't be very lonely there--with all those fellows. Sometimes I think it's lonelier here"....we are keeping the corner warm for you--Adios, Colin Clive.

[thrilmalia]

First Line Game

Thank you to the wonderful @brennacedria for tagging me!

Rules: Post the first line of your last ten fics, or if you do not have ten, however many you have.

What a fun idea! These are all Kingsman as I haven't finished any Veilguard stuff, but soon...

Sorted from oldest to newest.

1. Dark is the Night

The first time he saw him, he was a trainee, fresh out of university, new in an organisation so old.

2. Mr Pickle & Eggsy

“What is it I must hear from Ms Simpson? You bit another boy during recess?”

3. A spy's 5 uses for Vaseline (SFW drabble collection)

Although he wouldn't trade it for the world, Harry could admit that living in London had its downsides.

4. A spy's 5+1 uses for Vaseline (NSFW drabble collection)

"I missed you."

5. Working late

It looked so sexy in movies. 

6. I Saw Mummy Kissing Santa Claus

When he'd asked Harry to play Santa Claus for Daisy, Eggsy could tell that the man had been miffed at first, seeming to take it as a dig at his age and the hints of grey at his temples.

7. My Cherry

"Traditionally, a lady walks at her gentleman's left hand side so that his sword arm, commonly the right one, is free to defend her in case of attack."

8. Drabble advent calendar

Harry was asleep.

9. Country Roads

At 10:01 in the morning, a car horn echoed through Stanhope Mews, stirring a dog and attracting an elder resident’s contempt, leading her to glare out of the window for the culprit.

10. Pillow Talks

“I love you too,” Roxy said, apropos of nothing.

Tagging (with no pressure) @zennihilation @serensama @themontess @the-font-bandit @koscheyyy @killer-kelp

[kwebtv]

From the Golden Age of Television

Series Premiere

San Francisco Beat (nee The Lineup) - The Paisley Gang - CBS - October 1, 1954

Crime Drama

Running Time: 30 minutes

Written by E. Jack Neuman

Produced by Jaime Del Valle

Directed by Thomas Carr

Stars:

Warner Anderson as Det. Lt. Ben Guthrie

Tom Tully as Inspector Matt Grebb 

Marshall Reed as Inspector Fred Asher

Joe Turkel as Fred Paisley

Paul Burke as Troy Kimball

Robert Cole as Willie Vance

Francis McDonald as Warner

Bill Walker as Earl Wallace

Lewis Martin as Ed Rakin

Fred Sherman as Philip Bunwood

Richard Cutting as Mr. Angel

Clark Howat as Policeman

Pepe Hern as Anthony Pollo

Ted Stanhope as Janitor

[bleedingcoffee42]

Mrs. David M. Arakawa was Dorothy Umezawa Arakawa, Grace Nixon's little sister. In 1952 Stanhope Nixon sponsored their son John for baptism in the Milltown church he went to with them. They also lived in Farrington Lake, Stanhope Nixon's neighborhood, David Arakawa lived on the other side of Farrington Lake on the north side.

From Grace's sister Lillian's Obit in 1965:

Stanhope's sponsorship:

He and Dorothy managed Riva Greenhouses together. According to father Kiyokichi Umezawa's obituary, he was a resident of Milltown as well.

The Greenhouses run by the Arawakwas (And Grace's parents may have been involved too as her Mom got a ticket for passing a school bus in 1956):

Grace mentions visiting her sister in New Jersey in this letter to Dick in 1983:

[winnix85]

Where were Lew's parents when he was in Germany?

Well, I'm bored. I was thinking, it wouldn't be so difficult to check out the social notes to see what Doris and Stanhope were doing when their teen son was running wild in Germany. July and August were the social season, their presence or absence in social events may give us some clues regarding whether they were aware of Lew's whereabouts.

So, Lew left on 25 June 1934, returned on 02 Sep 1934.

Doris might be unaware of Lew's absence because she was busy, attending her close friend Marie Dressler, who was gravely ill.

Marie Dressler was an actress. To give you a sense of how famours she was at the time, this was the newspaper headline back then:

Marie Dressler was in critical condition for a month and she finally died on July 28th. After the funeral, Doris (probably still in sorrow), went to Oregon to spend some time with her BFF Mrs Nion Tucker.

Meanwhile, Lew's loving father, Stanhope Nixon, participated in a masquerade rivalry and won the first prize, by mimicking a Scotch Whisky bottle. (and yes, he was in Santa Barbara. He was the parent at home when Lew left for Germany. Why am I not surprised?)

Lew's grandparents were on East coast, also attending summer social events. At the beginning of July, they were saying they were planning to go to Europe. But for some unknown reason they canceled. Instead they stayed in their summer cottage on Monmouth beach in New Jersey. In early August, they arranged a Bon Voyage Party for their head butler, who was of their service for 27 years and finally had the opportunity to go back to Norway to visit his family.

[ukrfeminism]

Sadiq Khan says the brutal London murders of four women in three weeks is “absolutely heartbreaking” and vowed to tackle violent crime if given a historic third term.

Police found Kamonnan Thiamphanit, 27, stabbed to death at a £4 million Grade II-listed property on Stanhope Place, Bayswater near Hyde Park around 8.30am on Monday.

Neighbours heard sounds of a loud party on Saturday night at the home being rented out as an Airbnb holiday let, followed by two high-pitched screams the following day. 

The Metropolitan Police search for Thiamphanit’s killer continues. 

Last Saturday, Kennedi Westcarr-Sabaroche, 25, was discovered dead in a Vauxhall car in Hackney.

The dismembered torso of Sarah Mayhew, 38, was dumped in a Croydon park on April 2.

Goldsmiths College student Zhe Wang, 31, was fatally stabbed in Hither Green, Lewisham on March 20. 

A spokesman for the London mayor said: “These murders are absolutely heartbreaking and Sadiq’s thoughts remain with their loved ones at this unimaginably awful time. 

“Tackling violence against women and girls is an absolute top priority and that’s why he’s investing in policing and prevention, tackling the causes of these horrific crimes.”

A source close to him added: “The Tory government has imposed £1billion cuts on the Met with a devastating impact on the services that keep women safe. 

“By contrast, Sadiq has invested a record £163m on tacking violence against women and girls in London.”

Susan Hall, Mr Khan’s Conservative opponent at the mayoral elections on May 2, said: “My thoughts are with the friends and family of the four women who have been murdered in recent weeks. 

“It is truly shocking and heartbreaking. 

“Everyone in our city deserves to feel safe, and to be safe, and I am determined to do all I can to reduce crime and make London safer for women.”

Lib-Dem Rob Blackie, another frontrunner, claimed there had been a “failure to tackle violence against women and girls under Sadiq Khan”.

He said: “Clear-up rates for rape and sexual assault have halved since he became mayor. And that is really because there hasn’t been any political attention to the problem.

“Police need the right IT and equipment. We have lost many cases due to freezers used to keep forensic evidence not being up to standard. Very often the same man will commit crimes again and again if you don’t catch them the first time. 

“My top priority would be to get more money into the Met by abolishing Khan’s phoney Tube fares freeze. That would put more officers on the front line. We have 6,000 police stuck in back offices, double the number of any force in Britain.” 

Commander Owain Richards said in Ms Thiamphanit’s killing there had been no signs of forced entry to the three-storey, five-bedroom terraced house. 

Mr Richards added: “We believe the suspect was known to the victim in this case and our homicide detectives are working around the clock to pursue all lines of inquiry to trace the suspect, arrest them and bring them to justice.

“This terrible incident follows a number of other horrific fatal attacks on women recently – including those in Croydon, Hackney and Lewisham.

“We recently shared information about the work we’re doing to tackle violence against women and girls using data-led tactics to target dangerous offenders and bring them to justice.

“Kamonnan’s murder makes us all the more determined in our efforts to do everything we possibly can to keep women and girls safe.”

The Metropolitan Police has referred itself to the Independent Office for Police Conduct watchdog over the incident.

Police were contacted twice on Sunday by a friend concerned about her welfare, but officers attended over 13 hours later.

Pacharapol Padermprach, press secretary of the Royal Thai Embassy in London, told the Standard his community is “shocked and saddened”, adding: “We have been in close contact with the Metropolitan Police on this case and in informing Ms Thiamphanit’s family. 

“We are confident that the Met will do its best to bring those responsible to justice. 

“Due to the ongoing investigation, we are unable to provide any further information.”

[pitt-able]

(...) his life departed like a candel burning out

On this day in history, January 23, 1806, William Pitt the Younger, Prime Minister of Great Britain died aged 46 at Bowling Green House on Putney Heath.

At three o’clock on Wednesday Colonel Taylor arrived express from His Majesty at Windsor, and returned with the melancholy [news] of all hopes having ceased. I remained the whole of Wednesday night with Mr. Pitt. His mind seemed fixed on the affairs of the country, and he expressed his thoughts aloud, though sometimes incoherently. He spoke a good deal concerning a private letter from Lord Harrowby, and frequently inquired the direction of the wind; then said, answering himself, “East; ah! that will do; that will bring him quick:” at other times seemed to be in conversation with a messenger, and sometimes cried out “Hear, hear” as if in the House of Commons. During the time he did not speak he moaned considerably, crying, “O dear! O Lord!” Towards twelve the rattles came in his throat, and proclaimed approaching dissolution.

(…) at about half past two Mr. Pitt ceased moaning, and did not speak or make the slightest sound for some time, as his extremities were then growing chilly. I feared he was dying; but shortly afterwards, with a much clearer voice than he spoke in before, and in a tone I never shall forget, he exclaimed, “Oh, my country! how I love my country!” From that time he never spoke or moved, and at half-past four expired without a groan or struggle. His strength being quite exhausted his life departed like a candle burning out.

Earl Stanhope, The Life of the Right Honourable William Pitt, Vol. 4, John Murray, London, 1862, pp. 381-382.

[corvidous]

Finally done with my holiday break. And what did I DO on said break you ask? Loads of stuff, but these are my first painted miniatures of 2024! A unit for Silver Bayonet, the Napoleonic gothic horror skirmish game.

I present to you the crew of the Nancy, ably led by Captain Mackintosh, semi-reluctantly roped into supernatural horror-hunting by the reactivation of his naval officer's commission, and his crew of definitely stalwart and upright seamen (as well as a couple Royal Marines on loan from the Admiralty. Just to make sure none of the Navy's orders are mysteriously lost in transit and that all the financials stay present and correct.) These lads are mostly Perry Miniatures with a single representative from North Star along with various conversion bits sourced from all over, as well as my first foray into simple sculpting with green stuff epoxy resin. Also the most intensive basing that I've tried yet, to look like ship's planking. I'm quite happy with how they turned out.

The individual shots of figures and descriptions are under the cut:

He's Alexander Mackintosh, nephew to the laird, and he does disdain men who are vain, the men with powdered hair!

Mr Stanhope, the Marine Officer is the captain's right hand man. As mandated by the orders of the Admiralty. But he's a demon with a sword in his hand and that's quite welcome, given that there might be some actual literal demons to fight at some point or another. (He's dispensed with his normal hat plume in deference to the Captain's insistence that despite being dragooned into the King's service this IS ultimately a civilian ship.)

Mr Gatkins the Royal Marine. A taciturn fellow, he shoots first and asks questions only when specifically ordered to do so by his officers.

Mister Lannis is the ship's master gunner (Artillerist, in game terms) and his jaunty straw hat is very nice, thank you! (I included a chest of powder and shot from Mantic Games because I had to come up with something to denote who he is during gameplay)

Dr Phillips the ship's Doctor/surgeon, and a quick and dirty sculpt of my own for his bonesaw (again, had to differentiate this guy on the tabletop. I think it's a decent job. Bonesaw with a cutlass hilt, he's a real combat medic this chap.)

The venerable and curmudgeonly Mr Elms, the ship's carpenter (a Sapper, in game terms). This was the most intensive work of this whole lot: I started with a metal Perry Miniatures sailor figure, lopped his arms and head off, grabbed a pair of arms from the Oathmark Dwarf Light Infantry box and a head from the regular Dwarf Infantry box, then I sculpted an apron (luckily for me aprons are just flat sheets so it's not THAT hard) and then I grabbed a free musket from the Wargames Atlantic Afghan Tribesmen box. Whew. I think it ended up looking quite nice. Very characterful.

Able Seaman MacWhorter is along for the ride and excited to show off his swordsmanship against all manner of supernatural toffs.

And last but not least we've got Mr Harris, the local guide and scout. He's a crack shot and he's worth his weight in gold when the shore party is trying to keep themselves oriented on land. (This model is from North Star Military Figures and I have to say I love that most of their native american models are like this: this is just a guy, not a fantasy cowboys and indians pastiche.)

Issues with this team are that the vast majority are using pistols, we've only got three muskets in the unit, that's not a lot of long range shooting, might make things difficult vs a more musket heavy warband. But ah well, it just calls for a bit of aggression, doesn't it? Get in on 'em, as I always say!

[aimeedaisies]

Court Circular | 27th September, 2023

Balmoral Castle

The Princess Royal, on behalf of The King, held an Investiture at Windsor Castle this morning.

Her Royal Highness, on behalf of His Majesty, held an Investiture at Windsor Castle this afternoon.

St James’s Palace

The Princess Royal, President, World Horse Welfare, this evening attended a Reception at Hyde Park Barracks, Knightsbridge, London SW7.

Her Royal Highness, Patron, Opportunity International UK, later attended a Dinner at Evercore, 15 Stanhope Gate, London W1, and was received by Mr Stuart Shilson (Deputy Lieutenant of Greater London).

[theacadominique]

Tuesday, 5.21.24

Today I:

Did Yoga With Adriene

Did 30-min. cardio workout

Watched a French With Mr Innes video

Listened to ep. 27 of the Coffee Break: French podcast

Listened to ep. 36 of the ArtCurious podcast

Finished The Ultimatum: France

Read "William Dyce, Pegwell Bay, Kent – a Recollection of October 5th 1858"

Watched "John Roddam Spencer Stanhope, Thoughts of the Past"

Read "John Roddam Spencer Stanhope, Thoughts of the Past"

Watched "William Butterfield, All Saints, Margaret Street"

Read "William Butterfield, All Saints, Margaret Street, London"

Watched "Charles Barry and A.W.N. Pugin, Palace of Westminster (Houses of Parliament)"

Read "A beginner’s guide to Realism"

Practiced driving in a parking lot

Went on a 1-hr. walk

Started reading Poverty, by America by Matthew Desmond

Updated my finances

Entered some galley giveaways via Goodreads and Storygraph

Watched an ep. of Grey's Anatomy

Caught up on YouTube subscriptions

Played The Sims 4