Read
I have always loved reading from a very early age.. on weekends I would curl up on our huge comfy sofa in the drawing room and read for hours and hours.. Just before my father passed away, I asked him to write his memoirs.. I think he was quite chuffed that I did, and so he began with a manual typewriter tapping away into the wee hours of the mornings, day after day, week after week.. I remember reading it at the time and thinking how fabulous it was.. I have decided to share some excerpts with you, while I have a damn good go at writing my own story…