Any girl who's reached the age Of seventeen or thereabouts Has but one desire in view She knows she has reached the stage Of needing one to care about Nothing else will really do We've got to have, We plot to have, For it's a dreary not to have That certain thing called The Boy Friend. - Sandy Wilson, The Boy Friend musical 💞 S eventeen? I was still in love with Ricky Nelson at seventeen! No, the boyfriend thing didn’t happen for me until I was twenty-one, and even then it was a long-distance romance with a lovely Spaniard from Seville named Juan-Bosco Fernandez Vial (my mum called him Bosco the Biscuit). I met him in 1965 on the island of Menorca, and for 10 glorious days we danced in the moonlight, kissed on the beach, held hands walking the cobbled streets, and I sobbed all the way home on the plane. I hasten to add, though, there was no hanky-panky. No siree, none at all. I was still a virgin and somewhat teased for it by my far more adventurous London fl...
A s many of you who prefer listening to a reading have probably noticed, the narrator can make or break a book. The narrator for my first books was the award-winning former actor Rosalyn Landor. She made my characters come alive so well that I was pleased and proud of her work. The same cannot be said for Royal Mistress! Despite my agent's insistence that the contract with Audible included hiring Roz Landor again, they ignored her and me and the result was not as pleasing IMHO. When it came to This Son of York 's publishing process, as many of you know, I was on my own; like so many of my fellow writers subject to the vagaries of traditional publishers, I was left out to dry. The result was contracting with Bellastoria Press , a small independent publisher, who did a beautiful job on creating and distributing the print and ebook versions, albeit leaving me alone to do marketing. But when it came to an audiobook, my husband and I thought long and hard as to whether to invest...
Which of these doctors would you prefer to come to your bedside as you writhe around in pain, the one in 21st century PPE or the 17th century masked man? Why the beak, you ask? It was both a way to identify him as a plague doctor and into which he could cram the herbs that were supposed to ward off the poisonous miasma people believed carried the disease. Surprisingly, his historical garb, a gown of waxed leather and a long stick with which to social distance himself, isn't that different from today's! How are you coping with the strangeness of our new pandemic normal? I would argue that it is tougher for us now to take all these weeks of trying to avoid COVID-19 than it was for those who went through the Black Death in 1340s and the Great Plague in London in 1665. Here are my theories, whacky though they may be! Disease was a way of life back then, and it was why when you look at the statistics of life expectancy in, say, medieval times, it is much lower than today...
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