Today I went back to the room where five diverse characters have been waiting for two months. They are of course the people in my new book Summers Grace. They are to be drawn together by Georg Frederick Handel in the drawing room at Kensington palace in December 1742. One of them has made an exquisite harpsichord that Mr Handel is to play for the first time after the stroke he suffered the year before. It was so incredible to get back to them and put them in a coach and let them out , they had been incarcerated for three months, and were getting very restive. Anyway today I let them out and boy, were they all in for a surprise? I think it was the spin off from the disgusting Notting Hill Carnival, (apparently it still smells of wee up there) which sent me scurrying back to them all. My characters all have a mind of their own actually, but at least they create beauty and not ugliness.
Waiting for Dado would be a good title for a book, the latter is Italian and Italians are always late, which is half their charm, of course they are a delight, and these are blood relations and we love them. But at least two meals are now congealed in the never ending catering department in our house. I have always hated late August and September, it is a bad time for me, all world wars start in August and look its happening again. There must be a scientific reason for this. The S.O. has been very combative as well, I wondered if he had picked up some of the vernacular from Noel Cowards clever play Private Lives which we have just seen. These one liners do not fit happily into the assault course of our particular life. It’s hard to engage in them when you are wading through dirty sheets. Beatrice ( the dog) suffered no ill effects from the laughing gas cylinder which was considerately left for her by one of the Carnival revellers. Why would anyone want to pay for gas inhalation? I have heard of somewhere you are given it for free courtesy of The Monster Assad. God must think this the height of depravity, says it all really.