Awk fgs will Corona leave us alone if we made it posh? Jilly Cooper is just posh TAB after all. Fine, right, ok.
I stared at the Art Deco mirror with a worried frown. Was I getting wrinkles? No, I realised with relief. It was only the crack where Great Grandmother had thrown a martini glass at her fourth ex husband back in '59. 1859,that is. I looked scrawny, due to the diet of Moet, prescription drugs and dog hair, but Humphrey said he loved a slimmer woman. "Anything more than a handful is a waste," he'd smirk.
Sighing, I consoled myself with the thought that I padded down the stairs on the East Wing. Humphrey said he loved me, but when I looked at Astrid, our latest au pair, I realised how little care I took of myself anymore. Things would have to change, I told myself. Astrid was young and bubbly and she made Humphrey laugh. I hadn't seen him laugh properly since he threw a frozen turkey over a bridge after the May ball when we were pretending to study History of Art.
As I walked down the Long Gallery , I was suprised to see Astrid out of the window, walking over the Greek Terrace towards the folly- huh, I thought, she's meant to be picking up quail eggs at the farm shop. A moment later, our gamekeeper's battered old land rover drove up - but Humphrey was driving up. My suspicions mounting, I ran upstairs and grabbed the binoculars that Uncle Jonty had brought back from Borneo...
.... To be continued