I’m still being rather thoroughly spammed, but I’ve decided to live with it. After all, the comments are always polite and complimentary, except the one that pleads “Please write anything else”. If, on the other hand, you prefer word verification or comment moderation, do let me know and I will take a majority verdict.
My daughter is marvellous. She has come up with the most interesting and, it seems, illegal suggestion yet, which could combine my desire for a cheap thrill with the purchase of a new bicycle. I have the Daily Telegraph to thank for this (although the headline is somewhat misleading), for I would never have thought of it. I still haven’t quite worked out the logistics, even for the gentleman’s use, but it has potential.
The most exciting thing that happened yesterday was that, while I was working for Al in the shop in the morning, the Sage swept the chimney. Soot had gradually solidified around the top of the chimney pot and it had no longer been possible to get the brush through the remaining aperture, but a friend had a suitable tool that would grind it away and he did a sterling job. No soot at all in the drawing room (nor even a whiff of it – he could certainly make a sound living as a chimney sweep) and a lovely fire in the grate last night. As a result, I didn’t get my written work of the evening done. But I did read the papers all through.
There is new advice that one should stay thin all one’s life and not gain weight after the age of 21. I have two alarmingly thin sons – I rather hope they will be a little more solid by the time they are 40 although, of course, by no means fat. A woman should drink no more than one glass of wine per day, or possibly night. Arses. I’ve re-upped my consumption. And I don’t want to be a size 8 again, it’s too thin for me now and it wouldn’t be healthy.