03/19/2026
Toby’s parents were married for almost 34 years. They dressed for dinner (in black tie) every evening. I probably need to give you a little context. Bobby (my completely legendary FIL) grew up with a house full of servants but by the time he married young, sweet Sally (his 4th wife and my MIL!) he had been disinherited by his father (for a painfully honourable reason) and squandered the rest on a (very) fast life. Sally had the gargantuan task of looking after silver spooned 🥄 Bobby all by herself and on a shoe string. They ate three courses for dinner, all foraged from the garden and harvested from the local area, every night and Bobby would refuse to eat the same thing two nights in a row. He was temperamental but would have and quite often did give away the shirt on his back.
I hasten to add that poor Toby does not get this cordon blue/domestic goddess treatment from me, however, I am only his first wife!
Toby took this video of me, I think, because I am not in dirty breeches and I put on some mascara because I frightened myself in the mirror this morning. Poor lad, hopefully his next wife will make more of an effort. My entire family always, without fail, compliment me vociferously if I ever brush my hair, put on make up and wear something nice - perhaps there is a lesson to be learned in there somewhere… 🤔
