My wife and I attended the ball yesterday at Fort York. Ms. Charlotte was the wife of King George III. He eventually went mad, partly from the genetic disease, porphyry, and partly as a result of the arsenic-laced antimony he was given to “help” his madness which actually triggered his madness from the porphyry.

Anyway, we learned a couple more early 19th century dances and tasted 5 kinds of port. It is too sweet for me—I’d rather have a stronger, tastier liqueur if I’m into sweetness; otherwise, a dry wine is fine with me. The buffet supper was derived from late 18th, early 19th century recipes, very tasty. Dancing afterward was enjoyable: we were a part of 5 other couples who knew what they were doing. We left at the dessert break since we had left the house at 9 a.m. for choir rehearsal. A long but enjoyable day.