Friday, August 21, 2015

Rehearsals for the Big Night

So there was I just having made sure the restaurant was clear after breakfast when three lively, lovely and very blond girls walked in.

I have to say that after a very heavy week with the world going mad and bad as well increasing in stupid, it does an old Knight good to be reminded that there is lightness, brightness and gaity (in the old and proper sense) around.

And it was a beautiful day on the mountain too.

"Can we play for you, Sire", the little one breathed.  "Tomorrow Night, in the Tavern?"

By the Lord Harry, Pretty girls", says I, "strut thy stuff and let me see. And tell me about yourselves."

In a jiffy they were out of their dusty mountain walking boots and jeans and into smart little frocks.

What could I say. I booked them. I negotiated, of course. Food and Grace, for song and beauty.

So tomorrow evening the Tavern will be alive with the sound of these delightful girls.

They told me more.

Don't little ones grow up so fast.

I let them get on with their rehearsals and wander around the grounds.

I have not heard that for a while.  

A few male voices could be blended with these girls quite nicely. I may suggest that to some Monks I know.

Still, the girls are far nicer to look at as well as listen to, so......

They had a fine old time exploring the Tavern buildings and grounds so I left them at it.

Much to do to get everything ready for the concert. If it is a pleasant evening (tho' winter here) they may get to play to the aurora. With snow flakes perhaps.

They will sing for their Grace and give of theirs.



  1. Ah yes, thought you might enjoy that.

    1. I did and I will, tonight. They have still that 'manner' of just having arrived. They are not 'polished' as yet but getting there. They are not painted and displayed the way the entertainment industry does, ruining their talent under a pile of dirty glam. These are simply nice girls being nice. Fabulous.

  2. A beautiful start to the weekend, it has left me with a smile on my face. Thankyou :-)

    1. I am pleased, as I'm sure they are too. A credit to their mums and dad.


Ne meias in stragulo aut pueros circummittam.

Our Bouncer is a gentleman of muscle and guile. His patience has limits. He will check you at the door.

The Tavern gets rowdy visitors from time to time. Some are brain dead and some soul dead. They attack customers and the bar staff and piss on the carpets. Those people will not be allowed in anymore. So... Be Nice..