Ending on Christmas morning with the anticipation of all sorts of good things, this latest story in the saga of Harriet and Effie Fotheringay - dedicated observers and selfless meddlers in the events of Rotherford in the late 1880s - can be likened to a report on the increasing popularity of champagne in those years. It seems that at Weston’s Music Hall, “...the waiters placing bottles of champagne upon all the tables in every part of the house. When the order to fire was given the continual volley of corks popping off created a good deal of laughter and merriment.”
I can’t promise you champagne, dear Readers, but I have done my best with the merriment, leaving you to supply the laughter.
Florrie Boleyn