Last Sunday was Whit Sunday, also known as Pentecost. It celebrates the Holy Ghost descending upon the apostles and Mary, the mother of Jesus. He spread light, wisdom and very impressive language skills around. It is also the UNLUCKIEST day of the year.
WHY? I have no idea but it is very unlucky for:
By the way, Whit Sunday is also a very GOOD DAY for accidents. Normally I would advise you to stay indoors but the day has come and gone. Perhaps you will be bear it in mind for next year.
I am PLEASED to report that I have completed the second – and essential – stage with very satisfactory results.
I now have SEVEN excellent quill pens at my disposal each one handmade by myself. I used only the largest, finest and strongest feathers from a particularly fine flock of geese, careful to select from the first five flight feathers on a wing. I then washed them carefully.
If you want to make your own at home I suggest allowing the fluffy, feathery part to dry for a good 12 hours before getting to work, however, you need to soak the tip of the hollow shaft overnight. It is as strong as an iron railing and you need to soften it up before you start. Some use hot water for this purpose, plunging it later into hot sand that has been baked in the oven to harden it up. (I know without asking that the cook would put up a fierce argument and this is a battle I choose not to fight while we are in rhubarb season. Her crumble is legendary.)
Next cut the tip of the shaft at a steep angle with a sharp pen knife. This takes skill and practice. I started with a dozen feathers and ended up with seven quills. How much of the actual feathery bits you shave off is down to personal taste but ALWAYS leave a tuff at the end to prevent poking yourself in the eye.
Make a slit at the top centre of the shaft. Be careful not to crack it. Shape the shaft either side of the slit and thin the tip by scraping the inside with your knife.
Now you are all set to write your masterpiece. And so am I.
Oh dear.
Oh VERY dear.
Mrs Finnegan is HOUSEKEEPER at The Regency Town House in Brunswick Square, a GLORIOUS part of Brighton and Hove, abutting the blue-grey seas of the English Channel.
She is also about to become AN AUTHOR. Now that the ink has been made and quills cut, we are CONFIDENT her progress will be as swift as it is stylish.
What is she writing?
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Personally, I prefer a steel nib, as they have been available for some time now, and have been made by machine since 1828. the smoothness of the writing is far superior to any quill.
Mrs Finnegan is aware that some households have EMBRACED steel nibs. While she is perfectly able to adapt to technological change, she is not yet ready to say farewell to such a traditional (and cheap) writing tool as the handmade quill. But then she does have a talent for making a very fine nib: those without such skills must make do with inflexible factory-made metal alternative.
I am glad that Mrs. Finnegan is so skilled and can manage to make a quill behave for her! I bow to her superior ability.
Ah! Managing a quill is another matter entirely. I cannot promise the finished manuscript will be without ink spots (or puddles).
excellent and cannot wait to read it
You are exactly the kind of reader Mrs Finnegan wants to encourage.
write ON!!!
My dear, I shall do exactly that!
Wit, wisdom and practicality by the bucketful. Mrs Finnegan has it all – including some very funny lines. This I considered one of her grandest – “This is a battle I choose not to fight while we are in rhubarb season. Her crumble is legendary.”
Picking which wars to wage and which to walk away from is indeed a life raft, er…life craft. Our humble housekeeper and her many talents can be rightly considered all-round finntastic!
Blushing doesn’t look well on any woman over the age of 30 (it makes you look as though you have been drinking port wine from a jug) but if Mrs Finnegan was the type to blush, she would be blushing now.
I am delighted to hear we might soon have your wisdom gathered into a single volume – though I fear it shall be a considerable task to distil what would otherwise fill an entire library. I wish you God speed.