OVER THE MOON

Darling, you know how I'm wild about Harry, but he's no help at all, as last I saw him was the back of his herringbone sport jacket flapping goodbye as her and Antony scootered off before I had the chance to question their nonsense.

None of it mattered though, as Andrea arrived looking dashing and it was as if a million ling nights of being separated had never passed us by. I'm over the moon and delerious with him by my side.

No, we haven't discussed a thing about Inspector Clouseau, but I've arranged some time in the afternoon for him to watch me try on several perfect outfits to determine what I shall wear when we arrive at the station in France. There seem far too many choices.