Whst would your Rosamunde Pilcher life be like?

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I would be living in Cornwall but with a granny in Scotland who I would stay with in September and sometimes for Christmas.
My father was an artist but has died. I do jobs in various offices- nothing that can't be dropped so that I can leave at a moments notice to go to Scotland or Switzerland or somewhere.
I love wearing the red cashmere jumper that I found in the wardrobe of the cornwall house and I look really elegant in it because I am so slim....fragile looking really.
I can whip up a dinner party at a moments notice but it will be around the kitchen table- but my kitchen smells of garlic and herbs and has a huge scrubbed pine table so that's ok.
I would meet my dream man through friends and although he would be much older than me it would be fine because the ideal ages for a couple are for the woman to be half the man's age plus 7.

Tell me about yours!!!

I often think of the cashmere jumper from The Shell Seekers! Its a hand me down if I remember. Was it blue?

I would have access to a London Mews House that I could drop into for an over night stay when I'm in a tight corner.

No it was red! A cast off from athena Carey Lewis.
Definitely yes to the London mews house. Granny probably owns one.

I think I'd be your twin @Bigearringsbigsmile with a cast off red cashmere jumper from Athena. Drinking orange corona brought in by a butler and yet having scrambled eggs in the nursery with "Nenny".

And as I get older, even though I'm not wealthy myself, finding that I have been thrown into a welcoming world of opportunity that I thrive in whilst keeping myself humble. And yes to a bolthole in London, lengthy stays in Scotland for the season - all whilst being based in Cornwall with, of course, immediate access to empty glorious coves. Long hot summers spent sunbathing on said beaches, autumns that remind of summers past with the promise of winter to come. Bitterly cold winters where my hands are burning from the cold and as I return home to be welcomed through the back door into the working kitchen, the winter cold offset by the warm glow fires burning in the fireplace And finally a wonderful aunt and / or uncle that I can go and stay with when I need to bring myself back to reality.

But for now, I'll carry on with my very un-Rosamunde Pilcher life - work on Monday and stuck in my mundane world, no butlers, "nennys" or kitchen maids to see me through and my DH watching boxing 😂

Yes yes yes to the kitchen in winter! With the big aga....

I would live in a darling dower-house that I'd bought complete with all the beautiful furniture and furnishings carefully collected by previous owner over a lifetime. I'll go for the Scottish Highlands for my dower-house but luckily my aunt left me her cottage in Cornwall when she died and it makes the sweetest summer bolt-hole complete with path from the garden that leads straight down to a cove that no one else ever goes to. The doggies know the way.
Divinely glamorous elder brother has invited me to a house hes taken in Ibiza for the summer, complete with boat. All the bright young things will be descending on the place including this brooding Heathcliff type who is an artist and a dashing young officer with the bluest eyes and the most wonderful laugh. I don't have any of the right clothes but this makes me look charming and bohemian and so very irresistibly endearing. Everyone will love my delicious, rustic cooking with vegetables from the sun-drenched garden.

Will there be a delightful ibicenco couple who do all the còoking and housework and are like family practically?

I would tell you but I simply can't, I'm too busy eating a massive tranche of the bread I made so easily with my artistic hands, slathered with raspberry jam reminiscent of my sun-drenched summer garden (see pp). As I stare over the hedgerow/stile/stone wall of my private cornish bolthole at the sea / the misty hills of granny's remote scottish dower house, I reflect on the fact that none of this toast, local butter and jam has any effect on my strangely alluring elfin features or slight frame clad in flowered dress, cashmere jumper (see pp) or old yet strangely flattering gumboots. I push a strand of naturally beautifully shadd hair behind my fetching ear, call the dogs and go inside to warm myself at the aga.

(Think I'm also getting confused as to whether I'm in a RP novel or Mary Wesley - oh well, better have some more toast)

Local farming family who conveniently provide milk, butter, domestic help, faintly comedic back up through being simultaneously stupider than all the posh folk, yet rich with the simple country wisdom of peasants, always available with a key comment at a dramatic turning point. Oh, and a light hand with scones.

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This thread has made me so happy!

Naturally I’m reading this from my Grandmothers house in London that I inherited, leaving me able to have a fun little career, while my family are in Scotland living in their massive estates with their dogs and don’t forget wearing their tweeds with their gum boots by the back door.

I love Rosamunde Pilcher!

I’d be sitting at my scrubbed table with a freshly brewed coffee as my ruggedly handsome husband fries up some rashers of bacon on the stove while wearing slacks and casually attractive but clearly expensive sweater.

Soon, the local lady who “does” for me will come in to polish the furniture and vacuum while singing some popular music song that I don’t really know because I only listen to BBC radio 3. She’ll leave the house smelling of beeswax mingling with the scent of our antique wood furniture and well worn but clearly expensive Barbour jackets.

Later we’ll bring the dogs for a bracing walk. They’ll disappear for a while but come back instantly the moment I call them because they are trained gun dogs (and not stupid great oafs who saunter back whenever they feel like it no matter how many times I scream their names- I’m looking at you DDogs).

Then we’ll nip to the shops to buy fresh flowers, crusty baguette, pâté and olives so I can whip us up a light meal later, which we’ll eat with a well aged red after my G&T and a whiskey and soda for DH because he’s so understatedly manly.

Also....mustn't forget. I'm qualified for nothing despite being at private school with crippling fees for years

But I can cook awfully well

Love this !!! Nice one! Yes to the gun dogs!

I love this thread so much, I actually am off to do something weirdly RP like and just thought ‘should I wear my ancient Barbour?’ But I live in the wrong country now and people will just be like ‘sure why would ye not get yourself something waterproof from decathlon rather than yon pointless wax yoke?’ If there are posh/MC GB people there I will stare knowingly at them across an epergne and they will Understand Me.

How are you all at flower arranging?
Do you create large beautiful displays or just cut some roses from the garden and bung them into a jug where they fall artlessly onto place?

Tell all! What are you going to do? Definitely wear the ancient barbour!

I am sat angrily in my large but damp mansion in the Cotswolds, simmering resentfully because my elderly mother has just given away my inheritance to a virtual stranger! A mere slip of a girl, though she's very slender, 6ft tall, with waist length auburn ringlets and aquamarine eyes, can't really be described as a slip, but I'm outraged. I couldn't fasten my dogs tooth tweed skirt this morning as I've been comfort eating croissants all week, who knew that that ratty old painting that's been mouldering in my mother's loft all these years would be worth £3 mill?
How Peregrine and I will continue to pay for Persephone and Cornelius' yacht lessons I just don't know!

Well I’ve spent the morning scrabblin’ in the backs of wardrobes, trying to find my grandfather’s priceless sketches, but all I found was Narnia! Trust me to be in the wrong book! So toodle-pip I’m going to borrow one of these ancient fur coats, and go in search of some Turkish delight…

Oh goodness yes, and of course they become devoted to me. Señor y Señora Néttlébéda.

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Love this thread! Will be back later.

Oh gosh I love this! A glamorous auntie or friend of family who's like a aunt would also live nearby who would be joanna lumely esque always ready for cocktails or drinks early evening and she has a dashing son who I am very much in love with but totally unsuitable drives a little green mg and zips around with his blonde hair flowing
...I really need to find the dramatization of coming home 🤔

I think I like this thread more than the actual books 😂

We refer to her as Rosamund Pilchard 🤣

Brilliant thread. Im re reading The Blue Bedroom and other stories. Fabulous !