Have managed to wangle a few hours off this afternoon so now I have a fine opportunity to write quietly and undisturbed by those well-known charlies commonly known as airmen. What could be more common than that? – you dare! Should have written this masterpiece yesterday really but what with one thing and another things didn’t work out that way.
I’m being a good girl (no kidding) and turning over a new leaf. I am actually going to bed earlier lately. So I thought the only way I can write a decent sized letter is to spread it over two evenings.
It’s a very hot day today. Not a cloud in the deep blue sky. This morning was spent as per the top social circle of Cyprus, namely washing and ironing. It’s all the rage nowadays. Must be the weather.
For a few weeks now Carol Foster has been telling me about her boyfriend’s brother Michael and she said Clive and she were telling him about me. After much, not so discrete planning, this evening Jane and I went to the Lambourne and Clive and Carol, plus brother, plus friend were there. Poor Jane was the only one who didn’t know what was going on.