With all the upbeat bravado that goes into celebrating a New Year, it has been a sobering experience for me to start 2019 with a rejection. I am viewing the first rejection of 2019 as a part of my character building process. I haven't died, I will live to write another day. My determination, as well as desire to master the craft is stronger than it ever was and I'm on the way to developing a skin with the rigidity of an armadillo. So, that's all good.
Elizabeth had never been to see Coln Castle, the boarding school for young ladies in Gloucestershire, but they always advertised in Country Lifestyle and that was good enough for her. Country Lifestyle was the bastion of rural English literature for the husky-wearing brigade, which often featured articles by Lady Prunella Plumpton. Such was their reputation, which meant they would never publish advertisements about any dodgy educational establishments, so Elizabeth had enrolled Lisa five years previously.
If at any stage Arthur thought that a much younger wife would look after him, he was wrong, as Elizabeth employed a live-in carer before they left the registry office. Elizabeth had no scruples when it came to getting what she wanted and she reeled in Arthur for exactly the same reason she had trapped Fergus, his bank balance; another loveless marriage to satisfy her financial craving.
'Piglet?' ‘Yes, Pooh.’ ‘I’m off to catch a trout for your supper from the stream in the Hundred Acre Wood.’ ‘I’ll look forward to eating it. Bye, Pooh… I love you.’ ‘Love you more, Piglet.’ He waved goodbye, blew her a kiss then drove away.
Gloucestershire - 1964 One hot summer’s day, the windows of Lisa’s nursery, which also doubled up as a classroom, were flung wide open and the smell of the dusty heat flooded through the window, along with a whiff of karma.
Elizabeth has ensnared Fergus and they start their married life together at the run-down family pile, Silkwoods in Gloucestershire.
In this bite-size piece of my first novel, Defining Moments, Elizabeth gets closer to finding herself a lawful wedded bank account. London’s bush telegraph had been rife about the demise of Fergus’s father and his untimely death on the hunting field. A higher frequency buzz was also being circulated at certain social gatherings reporting that despite the Grant's of Silkwoods not being listed in either Burkes or Debrett’s, Fergus was one of the most eligible bachelors around.
Fellow members of the equally ecstatic audience leaving the theatre behind him applauded when his feet touched the ground. He laughed, turned for a few seconds, bowed to the assembled crowd then bounded off in the direction of Shaftesbury Avenue singing, ‘Just you wait, ‘enry ‘iggins, just you wait!’