I just want to sing the praises of Deborah, who has just spent a week staying with me. Why should one wait till someone is dead before publicly appreciating them?
I finally said goodbye to everyone in Les Chataigniers yesterday. I had mixed feelings: I can still only just raise my hand high enough to touch the top of my
My sister, Deborah, has come all the way from London to spend a week with me. A curious week as, apart from Christmas Eve, I have to return to the