I am busying myself upstairs this afternoon so I have just a minute until I have to go back down stairs and show Grace Poole how to clean up what those boys knock over again.  It is not terribly convenient to have a maid who loses the instructions you wrote down on how to use a feather duster but there you are – Mr. Rochester has his loyalties.

Speaking of loyalties, we have a friend of Mr. Rochester’s over for lunch today.  They met at a Blind Support Group.  This particular group was for men who were once sighted but lost their sight later in life.  Strangely, many of the men can connect their blindness to their wives; their first wives at least.  Mr. Rex, although I am not sure if that is actually his last name, was blinded soon after he lost his wife, poor dear. It was quite a tragic accident: so aggrieved was he, he forgot he held her brooches and blinded himself in the process of wiping the tears from his eyes.  At least, I assume that is how it happened, how else do you end up with your dead wife’s brooches in your eyes?

Apparently he and his wife were quite close, it seems more than most marriages.  Mr. Rochester says they held so much in common.  They came together through tragedy as so often you do; she had just lost her husband and he had just lost his father – such a sad coincidence.  Oh well, they soon found comfort in each others bosom, it must have felt right from the start, some bonds just find a way to come together.

When I met Mr. Rex (Mr. Oedipus?) for the first time, I was told he was quite clever with riddles.  I love a good conundrum and am always asking him to indulge me with one.  Poor Mr. Rex has been through so much; it seems to be taking its toll, as he tends to retell the same riddle over and over.  It’s man, Mr. Rex, I know – brilliant, as always.  And once he’s revealed the answer (yet again), he sits back and grins like one of those Egyptian lion things.

Mr. Rochester just loves his company because Mr. Rex used to rule a whole city with his beautiful wife (between you and me, she was beautiful but old enough to be his mother, from what I hear.)  But, as is so often when you are in charge, the glory wears off after a while and you just want to be alone with your thoughts in the fields.

Well, I just hope Mr. Rex keeps an eye (oops, pardon me) on his offspring, they sound like some fairly willful children.    I don’t think he has to worry about his oldest girl, Mr. Rochester says he believes she will end up just like her mother.