The Peacock 1570

"We are all tired from a long and portentous day. In two weeks I have lived a grand succession of fourteen portentous days, and I am not the only one.  Jesús has not emerged from his room.  I imagine he is sulking.  Not my problem.  The other two, Jason and Lazarus have already called it a day.  Leaving us four in the living room.  Erik shares the couch with Francois, who seems to have abandoned his precious recliner chair in order to sit near my brother-in-law, who appears to really need the attention.  And I am glad that it isn't me.  He needs to be made to feel welcome by others in the house.  I think Carl is okay.  We are reading again from Karen Wilson's most curious memoir...