Back to Stoney GroveAnn and Simon,
Just as I was thinking that England could be quite jolly we had one of the stuck-up hostesses flying back with British you-know-who. How those women stand wearing those outfits I don’t know. Maybe that’s why they are so uptight. Luigi doesn’t really like to fly so we just ordered a snifter to steady the nerves and she wouldn’t serve us! We complained, obviously, and then she got the other one involved and they started talking about air rage. I was getting ready to give them a piece of my mind--we were flying first class--but then the silly cow gave Luigi a yellow card! Just like in football, one more and we’d have been sent off! Then we just starting laughing. Well it is silly, isn’t it?
Still it did make me rather worried about the trip back for the wedding and I want to make sure we get there in plenty of time. In case we have to make ‘alternate’ arrangements – they blacklist you know.
So we’ve decided to take the Grange for a month or two. You know, the cottage in the village. I think one of your actors lived there. Luigi’s loaded, so the money’s no problem and I understand that they are willing to take a short-term lease with that actor leaving. Replace one drunk with two, eh!
Thank God you’re getting married in the summer. Any other time in England would have been too dreadful, but as long as we can sit in the garden and drink Pimms we should be able to manage.
Looking forward to seeing you soon. Tell Harold and I’m sure he’ll be on the bus to Lands End - how I ever married that man! Well that’s a story for another day.
Luigi says Ciao! (I think he took rather a shine to you, Ann!)
Maude