{"id":7537,"date":"2016-05-15T20:03:06","date_gmt":"2016-05-15T19:03:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poorlittlerichgays.com\/?p=7537"},"modified":"2016-05-15T20:03:06","modified_gmt":"2016-05-15T19:03:06","slug":"precious-fragments-from-a-rich-and-varied-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poorlittlerichgays.com\/?p=7537","title":{"rendered":"Precious Fragments from a Rich and Varied&nbsp;Life"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Sunday 15th May 2016<\/p>\n<p>In the quest for antiques ( I really must have that Empire sideboard) and the frequent to and fro from the Far West (last night a hog roast was given to thank the family in the parish hall), chronology has gawn out of the window.<\/p>\n<p>While I was gasping in London, Val came over at some point, in fact was sitting on the door step when I came back from shopping &#8211; he was early. I&#8217;d not seen him since mid-February when the agony of the valance took place. On that occasion, Val keeled before dinner could be served in his flat- or indeed made. He&#8217;s been giving out, since, that he&#8217;s annoyed with me and nocturnal emails have indicated my extreme thickness etc. On the doorstep, Val at once attacked by my Zara stretch-slacks with false fly. &#8216;Don&#8217;t they reveal rather more than we want to see,&#8217; was his opening remark. I was prepared for this because Val loves to greet by homing straight in on a spot or a fault with one&#8217;s frockage. Only I didn&#8217;t rage as planned. I said, &#8216;Now then, Val, don&#8217;t be horrid before we&#8217;ve even begun.&#8217; The valance is in play again, to the extent that Val has made off with the fabric. He&#8217;d intended to run it up in situ on Aunt Olive&#8217;s machine now in my possession but thought of another more elaborate plan that involved not doing it there and then. Instead we looked on eBay for the Portland Vase. And a cauliflower tea pot.<\/p>\n<p>Otherwise I&#8217;ve been much with Angus Willis and Fergus Strachan, one evening mid-week and last Saturday night in Hastings. Angus has ferociously not wanted the Gay Mother&#8217;s cast-off Denby ware egg-cups. &#8216;We don&#8217;t have anything with a pattern in the shop. \u00a0&#8220;Harvest Green&#8221; not wanted.&#8217; I said, &#8216;They&#8217;d come in useful were you ever in a David and Goliath situation. Those egg-cups could be lethal if slung. They&#8217;re the weight of stones.&#8217; In the end I left them on his kitchen table. Mid-week we had an Angus Willis private dish last-minute in the Shoreditch warehouse &#8211; noodle-soup with sliced prawn cake, spiced crab paste, rare Eastern leaves and other glories. Eating it, Fergus said, &#8216;With Dermarola nobody need age. It&#8217;s totally unnecessary to age with Dermarola.&#8217; Down in the cottage at Battle, we had another private Angus Willis dish of lamb cutlets with leaves and garlic-leaf pesto. I hope you know that garlic leaf pesto has been this spring&#8217;s signature dish, made so by Angus Willis, who shapes the Nation&#8217;s eating. Although often in Far West near hedges full of garlic leaves, unfortunately I&#8217;ve failed to make garlic leaf pesto.<\/p>\n<p>On Sunday morning, Angus read the Sunday magazines with contempt. &#8216;Scones with pistachio and cranberry!&#8217; he spiked. &#8216;They don&#8217;t understand what a scone is. Scones with Earl Grey and Lavender! It&#8217;s what you put <em>on<\/em> the scone that matters.&#8217; Later Fergus failed in the kitchen. &#8216;You&#8217;ve overcooked the eggs again,&#8217; Angus withered. But subsequently the verdict was revised.<\/p>\n<p>I spent a lot of time looking at antiques on-line. I was beginning to be exercised about the Empire sideboard. Then we went to Dixter<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sunday 15th May 2016 In the quest for antiques ( I really must have that Empire sideboard) and the frequent to and fro from the Far West (last night a hog roast was given to thank the family in the parish hall), chronology has gawn out of the window. 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