RUMMAGE, all this week.
I have put together the soup for today's lunch. In five minutes of so I'll go downstairs and cut up the fresh baguettes and put out the butter, and get ready to serve up.
Beef vegetable today, split pea and ham tomorrow, chicken mushroom and rice Wednesday, and Thursday ("if you're all very very good and give me NO GRIEF WHATSOEVER") clam chowder. Then Saturday, pasta lunch for 40-50.
And on the seventh day she rested, no wait, that's Sunday. Again.
We were able to make the first announcement yesterday to the general public that Most Holy and Undivided is to have a visit, or possibly a visitation, in June...a nice young English lady. Who will begin her Sunday morning by reviewing a regiment, in the street, in front of MH & U. And then will come inside and attend Mattins.
I am hardly able to find the ground with my feet, at this point.
But we have already adopted a new Phavorite Phrase: "The Palace prefers..."
A fine way to disguise and present the Rambler's own quirks, I do think!
Time to go stir the SOOP.