Pilcher Fans - any out there who recognise this affliction?

[Pinkarsedfly]

I’ve just read Winter Solstice. I’ve not read a Pilcher for years, but my dad just died, and I have flu, so I needed something gentle and brainless undemanding.

But she’s possessed me. My internal monologue has started saying things like, ‘I must tie up my Christmas presents in pretty ribbon’ and ‘I’ll have a lovely long soak and then put on some underarm deodorant.’

I even texted my DH earlier, ‘Don’t worry about me. I’m being ably administered to.’

Ffs!

Is it just me that is afflicted by this?

Ha, just me then!

I don't suffer from that affliction but I so want to live in Rosamunde Pilcher land.

You are made homeless? A guy you've known for five minutes dies and leaves you a house.

Painful split from your married boyfriend? A very rich, good-looking bloke knocks on your door in a snow storm and then gets snowed in, giving you ample time to fall for him...etc., etc.

Still read it every December though.

ok - is Winter Solstice the most Christmassy one ? Is there one that's all cold and snowy ?

Yes, Winter Solstice involves Christmas parcels tied up with pretty ribbon, and snow and fourteen year old girls who buy bottles of Badedas as presents and would rather live in the back end of nowhere with two pensioners than in London.

PegHughes it’s so wonderful in Pilcherworld.

Lost your teenage daughter in a horrendous car crash?

No worries, there’ll be another one along in a minute.

I love it.

ooh I love Badedas ...

I've just started rereading Coming Home and want to move to Cornwall.

In fact I suggested 'Loveday' as a name for DD but DH vetoed it...

Oh I love her. Mum and I share the books and pass them between us when we need a cosy book hug.

There’s a bit in one of them about a woman who stays in someone’s posh spare room on fine linen and when she wakes in the morning has the imprint of the embroidered pillow case on her cheek. Gorgeous.

Another snippet I always remember about a woman who meets up with a handsome wholesome man who buys her an ice cream and takes her to his mum’s house for tea, which they have at a beautiful long wooden kitchen table.

I’ll root one out to languish in over Christmas, thank you OP

I love that the small towns all have independent shops which miraculously sell exactly what you need, at the right price, and they are always happy to deliver it later on, in their little van.

And then stay for a delicious steaming cup of coffee and a piece of gingerbread.