“Don’t mess with Mr In-between,” is what the song told them, and boy, did they listen. In England, in my family (where it’s still 1940), the conversation goes something like, “I’ve just lost my job and a dingo has eaten my baby” (or whatever), and the response is always, “Oh well then, never mind!” If you say, “well actually, I do very much mind,” they shift nervously and go make some tea.
Enjoy Pittsfield; thanks for the reading recommendations, I have an Aickman awaiting.
“Don’t mess with Mr In-between,” is what the song told them, and boy, did they listen. In England, in my family (where it’s still 1940), the conversation goes something like, “I’ve just lost my job and a dingo has eaten my baby” (or whatever), and the response is always, “Oh well then, never mind!” If you say, “well actually, I do very much mind,” they shift nervously and go make some tea.
Enjoy Pittsfield; thanks for the reading recommendations, I have an Aickman awaiting.
Oh my god the clock is ticking and I have to read some Barbara Pym before your new book comes out.
Finally! Someone else hates the "Atonement" dress as much as I do.