Well, not precisely a holiday… Mrs Daffodil is tending to her duties during the Hall’s Easter week-end festivities, but fully expects on Monday to discover a carton or two of the chocolate crème eggs overlooked by youthful guests in the hurly-burly of the Easter-egg hunt. Mrs Daffodil must remember to reprimand the footmen who, no doubt, will be found to have been over-zealous in hiding the eggs.
Mrs Daffodil wishes her readers all the brightest of sunshine, the prettiest of hats, and the creamiest of deluxe chocolate crème eggs.
Mrs Daffodil invites you to join her on the curiously named “Face-book,” where you will find a feast of fashion hints, fads and fancies, and historical anecdotes
You may read about a sentimental succubus, a vengeful seamstress’s ghost, Victorian mourning gone horribly wrong, and, of course, Mrs Daffodil’s efficient tidying up after a distasteful decapitation in A Spot of Bother: Four Macabre Tales.