My dear friend Cat Delaney, writer, has just informed me we are going to celluloid. At first, I was rather concerned that she meant that the two of us were going to have thigh-fat treatments as the local ladies spa, but it was her awful Canadian accent that threw me. Celluloid, not cellulite. Welfarewell is going to be made into a movie! Imagine that! I must buy a new frock and matching hat for the premiere.
Just as soon as Cat tells me who will be blessed with the lead role (moi!), I shall report it to you post haste. I should think there are several unemployed “mature” actresses who would like a nice cup of tea, wouldn’t you? What a delightful thing it is to image who will play you when you can no longer actually play yourself.
I am happy to announce that I have replaced my old chipped teacup and saucer with the pretty ones you can see here on my website. For the skeptics among you, this is Royal Ascot bone china, made in England. Ever so pretty! I do dare say!
Have you ever visited Chatsworth? It is not an internet discussion site, believe you me! It is one of the most distinguished manor houses in the world, resplendent with priceless works of art, period antique furnishings and a lot of very smelly sheep; the sheep, of course, reside outside in the floral-scented meadows. I tend to poke about Chatsworth, which is in the charming English midlands, always armed with my iPhone (yes, it’s pink!) in order to deliver breaking news to my legions of loyal and lovely fans.
