"The flowers of Yorkshire are like the women of Yorkshire. Every stage of their growth has its own beauty, but the last phase is always the most glorious."The royal wedding of Prince William and Catherine Middleton kicked off a day of appreciating the beauty of British women yesterday. I hosted a royal breakfast for Cath and Geraldine starting at 5:00 A.M. It was a simple breakfast of tea biscuits and croissants, a breakfast trifle and the cucumber and cream cheese sandwiches Cath brought. We watched the pageantry of the wedding, commented on the dress and hat choices of the women and the incredible beauty of the bride. Unlike the last royal wedding I rose at 5:00 A.M. to watch when William's parents were wed some thirty years ago, I sensed that the bride and groom were both friends and lovers. There was a genuine and evident intimacy between them. In the troubled times in which we find ourselves, the splendor and hope of this union provided some respite from bad news.
- John Clarke in Calendar Girls
Last evening, Merv and I went to see Calendar Girls at the Royal Alex. The theatre was far from full, perhaps a result of the poor reviews of the critics. The play about a group of English women who create a nude calendar to raise money to buy a sofa for the waiting room at a local hospital, is a celebration of the beauty of women of a certain age. It is well written, funny and touching. But apart from a couple of quality performances, the production suffered from amateurish acting and poor acoustics. It was fun just the same.
On a sad note, Geraldine's sister got the results of her scans. Cancer was found in all her major organs, colon, spine, brain and breast. The doctors now believe that the primary source was her colon. She will soon start a course of palliative radiation with chemotherapy to follow. All prayers for Beverley and the family would be much appreciated.
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