The Return Of High Priestess Tor

Many moons ago a story began that went a little like this....

Chapter 1

The Beginning

In a small village called Am-thill on the edge of a dark forest was an institute of knowledge known as the Red-Bornè. Three children all born to come into power studied the moving of the universe there and forged a friendship that would see them through many long hours of darkness.

Lord Jarmies Marquis of the region of Brogborough was a wild character even in the early days. Insane of mind he always proved loyal to the cause and had a particular affiliation with ‘sticky’ spots, and so proved handy for getting out of them.

Prince Adme Lord of the Bog of Eternal Stench, born to rule his vast swamp empire when he came of age, settled well into the position of leader of the group. Fiercely loyal and devoted, a true caring soul he would the form the core of the trio around which their formidable power and light would gather.

Finally Tor, they all knew she was special. The Dean of Red-Bornè, Professor Brook, had her marked as someone who would change the world.

Chapter 2

The Coming of The Priestess

An insignificant journey it had seemed at first, a simple pilgrimage to the musical temple of Marillion. But as Tor had stood in the falling Autumn snow looking up at the high windows of the shrine a vision had come to her. Colourful strands of wool woven together in a scarf of power. Upon her return to Red-Bornè Tor began to knit.

Many months she spent closeted in corners of the institute furiously weaving together the rainbow coloured strands of yarn until finally it was done.

A scarf nigh on 20 feet in length and imbued with the power of light. Every colour of the rainbow glistened from the bright threads as she ran the completed work through her hands. ‘Adme it is done’ Tor cried out!

‘Hurrah’ Adme cried! Then Jarmies came running up to see what was going on ‘Oh wow that scarf should not exist!’ he shouted with glee grabbing the scarf and running round the room with it.

....Sadly the rest of the adventures were lost in the mists of time, broken phones and deleted text messages, which is a terrible shame as they were quite hilarious and told wild tales of sailing over vast oceans in washing baskets eating jelly-babies and drinking pink champagne. Also distant now is the tale of how, for one grand, perfect and beautiful day High Priestess Tor became a Goddess, but from that she fell, she fell a long way, until she lay broken holding nothing more than a ring that was just a band of gold and a twenty foot scarf muddy at it's ends.

Thus High Priestess Tor's days of knitting drew to a close, and the scarf full of faded magic and mud was folded away and put at the back of the wardrobe on the threshold of Narnia where it belongs, only dug out on the rare occasions that she is reunited with her Marquis and Prince.

That is until today.

The wool has gotten more tasteful, and the general aims a lot less fantastical, but nevertheless begun again has the knitting and returned has the priestess.

Drinkies With Cousin Emily and Duncan

I'd actually lost track of when we were supposed to be having our drinkies with Emily as Luke had 'arranged' it, and I'd actually thought it was going to be the day after, however when Emily texted to check it was still on for today I agreed as Edward is due jabs tomorrow and I didn't fancy taking him to London after those as he's often crabby.

It got to quite late in the afternoon before we headed out. I was tired and scared of getting more tired when out, as I often do when I haven't left the house/hospital for a while, however I knew we'd enjoy it once we got there. I contemplated putting in my hair extensions, but didn't really have time in the end, so just shoved in my purple streak (which Andy noticed later without prompting, good Andy!)

The journey up was uneventful, though we kind of dreaded leaving the tube at Great Portland St. as it was peeing with rain. However the pub was really close so we just went for it and actually didn't get too wet. The pub was really nice, and we each got a drink as we thought it would be a while before Emily and Duncan arrived.

Actually they weren't long at all, and arrived before we'd even sat down. We were seated in the corner on the sofas. Edward had some milk and then lots of cuddles and bouncing with Emily who may be his new biggest and broodiest fan! He then decided daddy cuddles were better as it gave him a much better position for eyeing up the waitresses.

We chatted about lots of things, but mostly the complexities of the Greatham family politics and our planned move to London. We had thought that another one of the cousins from Ireland was going to join us, but he couldn't in the end, which meant we never ate more than nibbles, (discovering that shocking Luke likes hummus!) but overall it was a really fun evening out, and it was a shame when we had to head home.

The plan is for Emily to have Edward at the weekend so we can go flat hunting, they are planning to take him to the park, maybe in his buggy, maybe in his sling, which should be fun :o)

Note - sadly when I tried to arrange viewings they wouldn't do them at the weekend, but as we are hopefully going to be living in London soon I'm sure there will be plenty of opportunities for Edward to go and play with his favorite cousin!