small town instincts truly will never leave you a group of us were in a shop today and my mate suddenly came up to me very urgently like ‘quick we’re leaving’ and i WITHOUT HESITATION was like ‘oh are they shoplifting’ and she just looked at me like… no???? what the fuck????
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Mary de Bohun’s relationship with her sister Eleanor seems to have been close, and it is worth considering that the sisters’ intimacy helped to smooth over any lingering awkwardness between Bolingbroke and Woodstock on the matter of the inheritance. Mary clearly maintained connections with her family, sending gifts to her sister Eleanor, shopping with her, and sending letters to her mother
In the long term, this relationship seems to have been positive. At Christmas 1391, Henry gave Eleanor a gift (a rosary made of coral and gold), but not Thomas. In 1394, Thomas founded a college of chaplains at Pleshey who were ordered, in addition to prayers for himself and the royal family, to pray for Thomas Fitzalan archbishop of Canterbury and particularly for Henry of Bolingbroke and Mary de Bohun. As late as 1397, Henry of Monmouth was staying in Thomas’s household at Pleshy. Bolingbroke’s household account of 1397-98 has multiple references to payments for bargemen who formerly worked for his uncle, suggesting that Henry may have taken some responsibility for Woodstock’s household after he died. After Thomas’s murder Richard II granted Bolingbroke some of Woodstock’s lands.
Rebecca Holdorph, ‘My Well-Beloved Companion’: Men, Women, Marriage and Power in the Earldom and Duchy of Lancaster, 1265-1399, University of Southampton, PhD Thesis
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Jesus Christ when I said I was going to wake up early today I meant it apparently, I’ve been up since fucking 5am on the dot and I didn’t get to sleep until like 12. I’m too sleepy for this
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you know they should invent panties that dont invade ur buttcrack when you sit down for ONE FUCKING MINUTE
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got promoted - more money, more stress, new normal work hours
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it’s cloudy and windy this afternoon so i thought it would be safe for me to take a walk to grab some toiletries, bro i’ve never seen so wrong in my life. it’s still a gorillion degrees outside + the wind is so hot and dry its like getting blasted when you open the oven door. how tf is a stiff breeze on a summers day going to be so aggressively unrefreshing, i feel like someone trying to make beef jerky with a hair drier. i’m sweating like a hog at a hoolie and instead of it evaporating away like the good lord intended its just being baked into a fine salt crust. i spent near two hours in that store hyping myself up for a 10 minute walk (stagger?) home just because it had ac. may god have mercy on our souls.
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Some days I picture Ruth's B&B as the one I stayed in on holiday which had pink wallpaper and a picture of Jesus on every wall and an 8pm curfew and other times I picture it as Gray House from The Good Witch there is no in between
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