I've had my ear bent this evening by my old friend the Viscount Bothends, who has condemned my posts on this blog as insufficiently rude, uncharacteristically serious, and therefore too far from the essence of my personality. In short, dull.
He then asked me for advice on what to get his formidable but dear mother, Lady Brenda, for her forthcoming seventieth birthday. My suggestions so far have included a framed picture of me, rollerblades, and a crossbow.
Subsequently, and up until the time of writing this post, he has severed all communications. While I attempt to re-establish diplomatic relations, would any of you be able to offer any suggestions for a birthday present, not too expensive, for a seventy year-old woman? (Who doesn't have much interest in in-line skating.)
Thanks. I knew I could rely on you.