A few days sun and the world goes mad - and I include myself in that. Not only has my Hairdresser left the village to seek his fortune on the stage in an all-male review called 'Hullo Sailor' (you can imagine the state of his poor wife when she found the note next to a half eaten boiled egg on Monday), but also my Gardener has decided to retire (after thirty seven years), leaving me with an unkempt bush.
However, there is something to be said for relaxation. This week, I popped down to Dartmoor and played a round of golf with Lady Agatha. I used the same rackets with which my late father played when winning the trophy in 1906. A little woodworm didn't stop me romping home to victory in just 23 holes. The Green Keeper asked if I was handicapped, which just goes to show that being out of practice does not necessarily prevent excellence.
Several weeks back, I was contacted by the Australian Literary Association asking whether I would consider visiting their country with a version of my one woman show, 'A Lady's Part in History'. This was a runaway success at the Cheltenham Book Buyer's Fayre six years ago. I have agreed and arrangements are currently being made for my visit. So for all my Antipodean fans, Bonza mate! Why not slip a couple of shrimps on the Barby and chill a tinny in the dunny?
No idea what that means, but I am sure I will get the hang of the lingo before I do.
Until next time, yours always, Janet x
