I Would Have Gone Too But I

Women Want Love To Be A Novel, Men A Short Story.

And I Don't Like Books Which Are Full Of Name Dropping.

Nothing Like A Cup Of Tea To Make A Person Feel Better, Man Or Woman.

Those Dripping Crumpets, I Can See Them Now. Tiny Crisp Wedges Of Toast, And Piping-hot, Flaky Scones. Sandwiches Of Unknown Nature, Mysteriously Flavoured And Quite Delectable, And That Very Special Gingerbread. Angel Cake, That Melted In The Mouth, And His Rather Stodgier Companion, Bursting With Peel And Raisins. There Was Enough Food There To Keep A Starving Family For A Week.

Every Moment Was A Precious Thing, Having In It The Essence Of Finality.