Their Excellencies' party was fun - mellow and fairly low-key, with lots of small children around (three- in that tiny house, three unrelated small children is a LOT), plenty of yummy food and funky beers and fun people to talk to.
At one point we had all but three of the still-living-locally past and present Baronage there, which was cool. Athos, Lucia, and Falcone were the only ones missing, and Lucia might have dropped by since we left, even. Slightly buzzed from the contact high, but all in all, not too many people were even particularly tipsy.
Plumbing is ALL better - there's a story there, but it's gross. My husband is The. Best. Husband. Ever. AND he breaks sledgehammers.
He and N. went to the school district's Walk for Education. I didn't even think of trying - it was from the planetarium all the way to where
ymasen works. So I went to the library, and I bought interesting root beer, and I went home and had a cup of tea, and then went to pick them up from the far end.
Staffordshire Knot is older than previously thought - on my diploma from a university not terribly far from where this horde was found, there is one of these Staffordshire Knots. I had heard while living there that it was a local symbol from long ago, but nobody knew HOW long.