This year our present to Pompey was a dog bed for the master bedroom that Boy had made in a handsome ticking from Rogers & Goffigon. Last evening we lit a fire in the bedroom's fireplace, and the three of us sat in the room, reading aloud. Pompey enjoys his new bed, but as you will see he prefers to push his tushie up against the firescreen for a good baking.
"Hmmm . . . this new bed is comfy"
"The bed is OK, but this is nicer -- good and hot!"
Tomorrow: photos of the decorations at Darlington . . .
Saint Grottlesex/Ivy League somewhat-observant Episcopalian WASP living on Manhattan's UES during the week with a career in finance. Weekends I hightail it up to the Hudson River Valley where I'm ruinously restoring and furnishing a jewel of a Federal house with my spouse, Boy Fenwick, and our most-adored pug, Basil, who has decided views on these subjects.