When the 08.37 Pendolino rolled into town, a cowgirl got off. She’d been invited to breakfast. (So why did she bring her own hardboiled eggs?) Her name is ‘Stands in Confusion’, but this time she was all right. The Resident IT Consultant and Daughter were there to meet her, so she adjusted her prized and bejewelled hat and followed them to where they had left the horses, with a spare one for their guest.
(Sorry, I can’t keep this up.)
‘Stands in Confusion’ is better known as Caroline Lawrence, and she had crawled out of bed at a most ungodly hour for breakfast ‘up north’ with the Witch family. Coffee was the only thing she’d asked for, to go with those eggs, although I added strawberries and Brie. Olives. And salt for the eggs. (And if that mixture doesn’t grab you, I don’t know what will.)
Here I have to voice a slight disappointment. I’ve always wanted to eat beans around a campfire, and to have an opportunity to say something like ‘these beans sure taste good.’ Some other time, maybe.
Caroline has always looked good in Roman dress, but I have to say the leather fringed cowgirl outfit is to die for. If only we were the same size… I even found myself coveting the carpet bag, and I’m so not a carpet bag person. Despite its modest size (for a carpet bag) it holds a spittoon and any number of useful objects. (Keep in mind what was for breakfast.)
I’d been aiming for a brief chat about Caroline’s Western Mysteries, but somehow we talked and talked, because there is much you can say about westerns. I always used to love them, but I am a mere amateur compared to ‘Stands in Confusion’ who knows everything there is to know. (And yes, you’d think that anyone with an iPhone would never do that. Stand in confusion.) If you find posts here drying up in future, I’ll be off somewhere watching classic western films. But first I have a few strawberries to deal with.