I got my copy of the new Lady Churchill’s 18. My name is in the masthead! Don’t I feel big and important now?
I also got a response from Aunt Gwenda as regards a delicate conundrum I had been trying to avoid. Yes, I asked for help from an advice column. You are surprised? I am not. Perhaps I am more of a basket-case than I let on. Anyhow, Gwenda’s unmeasured response revealed a complete lack of compassion for the plight of stuffed animals. She insinuated none too subtly that I must be deranged for still possessing such things.
So I learned my lesson. No more advice from highfalutin strangers. Next time I’m asking my Rickys what they think.