The novella languishes in its box. I am at a regular point with it in the cycle of getting it published; somewhere between lethargy and disgust. Here for the curious is a synopsis. (click on the pic to enlarge).
I can remember the day we left for Italy. Oh what a splendid moment that was! We got all dressed up and drank Gin and It at the Mayfair. Sam Browne was performing with the Ambrose orchestra and he sang “Day by Day” during a teatime broadcast for the BBC. It was terribly gay and we rather regretted leaving for the Train.
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