Friday 10th April 2015

My Easter Message suddenly came through. Easter eggs, and choc-y Easter bunnies come to that.  How do you get into them? An intractable lump with no opportunity for biting into emerges from the foil. So you bang it in the drawing room. It shatters and makes crumbs. The worst known crumbs… waxy, indelible and perpetually crumby. Lethal to upholstery.  So Christ’s Thorns stick through the Easter joy and will not go away.

Otherwise Val has texted about the Saharan Dust which threatens us in the Capital. ‘Watch out for the Saharan dust!’ he says. ‘We’ll need to do something creative with scarves and gloves.’

I’ve such thrilling news of Hastings. Come back later for more. On Sunday, all being well, I go down to the remote far West, where  Robert Nevil has been swilling out the chair covers in preparation.