I Love The Long Grass Coming Up

I Was So Flattered That Someone Wanted Me To Write A Book, I Said I Would. It Was Published In 1969.

In A Village You Can't Sack Or Fight With Someone, As You'll Find Yourself Stuck Beside Them In The Hairdresser's Next Morning.

And I Would Really Like To Be A Grandmother, But Only When Felix Or Emily Meet The Right Person And Are Ready.

I'm Not Wild About Holidays. They Always Seem A Ludicrously Expensive Way Of Proving There's No Place Like Home.

It's A Good Idea To Wait A Few Months Before Joining Anything When You Arrive At A Village. A Bookseller Friend Who Retired To Nearby Oxfordshire, And Was Worried He Might Be Bored, Got Himself On To Every Village Committee In The First Six Months, And Spent The Next Ten Years Extricating Himself.