'We simply have failure to see how you may think the vibes described from that "peppery" event could be directly transferring to this "salty" one!'
So I need to get on with my work.
But still I will ring Choppings Hill in advance, stand on my balcony, smile and wave as the car rounds the Meare.
I should do a Jessie Matthews. When was starring in a revue some time in the late sixties Will Simms, who I knew from teaching, was in the chorus.
'Miss Matthews.' Will nervously approached her before a Saturday matinee.
'Yes, dear?' Miss Matthews smiled benignly at him.
'My nan's Gertie Bell. You were in - '
'Gertie Bell? Gertie? Oh! London's Calling at the Duke of York's. Oh, Gertie, never! We were in digs together on tour before that as well. Great mucker of mine. She isn't?...oh!'
'No, she's in this afternoon watching the show.'
'Oh, how lovely, dear. Gertie, well now!'
'And she's going to come round afterward, Miss Matthews, so I can bring her to see you.'
The smile stayed benign as Miss Matthews said, 'Oh, no thank you, dear. I don't want to see her.'