Apologies for not writing for so long, as you can expect there have been quite a few things happening lately; the most important of which was Eleanor's estranged husband's funeral and the aftermath of that. I suppose, in retrospect, it went fairly well - the coffin was a size of a shoebox because that's pretty much all that was left of Roger once the hungry crocodile had had his fill. Helen Leckwith-Smith, Eleanor's mother-in-law kept raging 'why him? why him? He had his whole life ahead of him?’ I suppose she wasn’t hugely comforted by the crocodile skin bag which was granted to her in lieu of compensation by the reptile’s aristocratic owner? Sebastian and Eleanor were both very dignified; I noted that her new boyfriend Nick was at her side, which was supportive, although he did receive quite a few ‘daggers’ look from HLS.
Anyway, the upshot is that dearly departed Roger Cuthbert Cuffley had a huge mortgage protection plan on the property and the mortgage has been paid off. I’d expect his late ex-girlfriend’s family will try to stake a claim but Eleanor’s a strong woman, she’ll handle it.
Meanwhile Roger (Reynolds: my boss) is driving me mad with his constant rehearsing for his forthcoming show. I really don’t wish to hear Could It be Magic? Filtering through my flat ceiling at 7am! Hmm.
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