Cecil Vyse
@VyseCecil
“Some chaps are useful for nothing but books. I plead guilty to being just such a chap.” — Bookish bachelor with a penchant for pince-nez. 📚🧐
Today’s ‘summer’ weather has defeated my umbrella and fogged my pince-nez with equal efficiency.
Joined Lucy for a promenade. Returned with pince-nez tan lines and a minor existential crisis. #heatwave
Whilst the Honeychurches pursue sunsets and seafood, I stay behind, tasked with misting the houseplants and remembering that Thursday is bin night.
The Lionesses won, the nation roared, and a neighbour’s bunting blew across my croquet lawn. I retrieved it with a pair of asparagus tongs and what I hoped passed for national pride.
Summer in Britain: warm beer, unreliable weather, and the faint hope that Elgar will make it all worthwhile. #Proms
Ah, the weekend - 48 hours to forget work by feigning enthusiasm for your hobbies. Freddy, of course, insists stamp collecting saved him.
Kew’s Palm House to shut for restoration. I too occasionally feel in need of extensive glazing repairs and better humidity control, though nobody seems quite as concerned. #Kew
It is, I dare say, an example of my decadence that Mondays pass me by untroubled. My attitude remains indefensible.
Have resorted to storing my cufflinks in the fridge - alongside the cornichons and what’s left of my dignity. #heatwave
With hosepipe bans now in force, Mrs Honeychurch has been reduced to whispering encouragement at her gerberas.
I once nodded off at Glyndebourne and woke murmuring about Duchy Originals shortbread. So no - I don’t judge Hugh Grant. We all have our Centre Court moments.
With the heatwave’s return, Eleanor Lavish has pressed her Mackintosh squares into new service - as cold compresses.
Eleanor Lavish’s Amalfi Coast travelogue, The Baedeker Byways has been lambasted by critics. Apparently, the only thing she truly walked was a fine line between memoir and fiction.
Sundays. Not so much Netflix and chill, as net curtains and composure.
Not to be outdone by the popularity of ‘Dubai Chocolate’, the Cockney Signora now offers guests at the Pensione Bertolini ‘Dubious Lemonade’.
BREAKING: Charlotte Bartlett condemns Signora Bertolini’s big, beautiful hotel bill, calling it “a vulgar spectacle of unchecked spending.”
With the Royal Train retired, one assumes Their Majesties must now brave the indignity of a lukewarm Pret and a noisy carriage strewn with discarded copies of Metro. Godspeed.
Day one of #Wimbledon. Heatstroke narrowly avoided by sheltering under an abandoned copy of ‘Under a Loggia’ by Eleanor Lavish.
Lucy accompanied Rod Stewart during the Legends Slot at Glastonbury. She powered through Maggie May and Do Ya Think I’m Sexy? — while I, fool that I am, had hoped for Beethoven. Possibly the Late Quartets.
