Ah! Marmite girl, marmite girl, you are as rare as seawater pearl.The big apple eh? You are nothing but a gad about girl.
Darling Maria Elia – if you don’t go to her restaurant in Borough Market you don’t deserve the cruets your salt stands up in. She is both delightful and fabulous with her utensils. Just ask her sous chef. I can’t remember the name of her eatery. How disgusting is that? But I have an excuse – I am depressed and extremely old.
And as for The Brighton Marina Belle. The trick is to let the arguments go as soon as you can. Difficult I know when dealing with men. But then they are from Mars and we are from Fenwicks.
I have a meeting today with an editor who is trying to whip my memoir into shape so that a publisher can read the worms! But first the forest for the dog, and then back to shout at the dustbin men.
I know it’s not their fault but we have rubbish in our bin from before Easter. They are very nice on the telphone but soon I will turn into the Incredible Sulk and nobody, and I mean nobody, wants to be near when I sulk. I am very very noisy, fiercely articulate and not a little crude.
So, if the bins are still full at eventide you will definately know about it. I will be starting a campaign to move dem bins. Enuff already.