Thursday 17th December 2009
I’ve just heard from Rufus Pitman. Just this afternoon the BA strike has been declared illegal. Is it a coincidence that Lord Arrowby is to fly (with bronzer) to Rufus’ Swiss home for Christmas – by British Airways? His Lordship has the ear, naturally, of all the top judges. Do you think a little judicious, not to say judical, telephoning went on? With the desired result?
I do hope so.
My nephew mentioned dark goings on within the halls of justice. I do hope Arrowby was a light at the end of the tunnel – I am sure he is. Solange can talk of nothing else when he gets a mention. I am more concerned about the unaddressed situation of crockery. May we have a dull description of what you are now using in your festive vein? Naturally, I would stop anything to hear about that.
Does Solange love Lord Arrowby too? What will happen to her at Christmas? Does she remain in service throughout or does she join some kind of underworld family? In which case how on earth do you manage? Will she leave your turkey dinner under clingers?
At present I continue with a delapidated and depleted matching set of dinner plates. But I should have gone harlequin years ago. It may be too late now.