Cromwell in my kitchen

Strange but true.

Mark Rylance and his wife Claire

paid us a visit to look at our windows.

He wore one of his trademark hats

but to amuse the baby - doffed it.

His wife said that was not something you'd see very often.

They were both smiley and charming and

 highly complimentary about the windows,

floor tiles, garden and baby.

Her actress mother was chuffed to meet him.

(They just happened to be here for lunch you understand.)

On this cold, wet July day,

it was just the tonic we needed.

Now I am pondering the peculiar nature of contacts 

between unknown individuals and the famous.

On the face of it, we all 'acted natural';

there was no gushing about his wonderful acting,

no autographs were sought,

no selfies were taken.

But would I be blogging about it if he'd been

just a man in the street who'd used us as referees

for a window making company?

Of course not.

You can listen to him on Desert Island Discs.

I missed this one.