I Have A Theory That

There Is Something Infinitely Dingy About The Word Workshop. Pray That England Doesn't Become A Nation Of Workshopkeepers.

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

Meetings ... Are Rather Like Cocktail Parties. You Don't Want To Go, But You're Cross Not To Be Asked.

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

I Live At Home And, If I Want To Start Work At 11 O'clock, I Can.