Our Dads: Dancer or Pinkie?
My dear T,
So Pater was a bit of a Darcy was he? I can see that. Apparently my Dad was more of a Pinkie (Brighton Rock). How nice that they've both settled into the peaceful life of our hometown.
Will you be able to send the new pictures of L? Perhaps you might also ask her what she wants for her birth day (as opposed to her subsequent birthdays). Somehow I knew A would be taking the whole thing in her stride, time at the oars, sorry blades, is never wasted. She has the steely resolve of the true English Rose and woe betide any who cross her. Give her a kiss from M and I.
Having finally seen the back of snow we are now bathed in tropical humidity here in the steaming metrop. All right so I can stow away my commando soled Trickers, but must I really go straight to white nubuck lawn bluchers? It's a bit bloody unfair. Knowing I need to experience a little of the inclement day I shall take an air-conditioned ride to the main Public Library. Aping our own they didn't do too bad a job, there is a reading room the size and height of an aeroplane hanger with an intricate ceiling mural and fine oak carving. Filled with mahogany tables and very useful power points I can sit amongst young and eager (did I mention desirable and lusty) students and tap out my thoughts. Thence back to the study for an update from the World Service and cocktails at six.
Don't know if you have access but came across a rather tasty libation the other day. Harry's Bar in Venice is of course known for it's Bellinis, and rightly so. Certainly one can mix the same or similar at home, but those lovely Italian chaps have started selling small cans of the mix. Harvey Nich's or similar might have it, it's worth a try, mixed with Champers it hits the spot and then some.
Furiously jealous of your trip to Burgh island. Have seen it on television and in pictures from friends trips there. I believe the sea tractor takes you not only to the island, but also to heaven.
Pictures please.
Love
S XX