Things are looking up. Today an interview I did for Woman’s Hour was broadcast and my amazon rating shot up. Let’s hope it has the same effect in the shops. But as my husband points out, I’m still out-selling Proust by about 350,000 so all is not lost.
We are just back from a trip to a lovely place called St Endreol half an hour from St Tropez. Rupert was writing another Times piece and I was there to investigate the £20 million spa for my next book which is all about ageing. I found the sauna was a bit cold but was told that it had to be turned down for all the old people. How bloody irritating is that? What about us young-ish people? Are we supposed to freeze to death? When I was last in England my friend Annika was telling me about old people pushing their way to the front of the five-items-only till at Waitrose with great trolleys laden with Rich Tea biscuits. If anyone complains they simply yell “I’m 82 you know” and push harder. As Annika puts it: “I’m so over old people”.