Not only is my rating way down but some poor woman has bought the US version of Two Lipsticks and a Lover (called All you need to be impossibly French) thinking it was a sequel. She is understandably furious and calls the book a “con”. Not a great review to have up there. The only upside is she liked Two Lispticks enough to want more…..
Not much else to report, a rather hellish weekend, Frank keeps popping into my head and I can’t believe I’ll never see him again. It was my birthday the day after he died but no one really felt like celebrating.
We are edging away from the St Tropez idea I think. Right now this feels like the best place to be, even if it is the safe option. Remembering how much Frank loved it here has in part made me think again. And of course there is always Wolfie. Although he started as a stray he is now very much part of the family. And then there’s Max, the world’s most stupid living creature, a ginger-haired cat, who belongs to my stepson Hugo and has been with us for eight years. I can’t imagine either of them settling into life at Club 55. We’ll see, things may change. Let’s hope my amazon rating does anyway.