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A surprisingly interesting read

In view of the way things have gone so far, with you know who, I recommend reading the book below, before you get too much older.  We live in interesting times, it would seem, and bearing in mind this was written by Daphne du Maurier in 1972, it makes for interesting reading.
Enjoy.  I did, once I was nearing the end and realised that it was all going to be OK!  Quite a sobering read actually, in between the funny bits.


  1. And you may already have stumbled across this . . .
    If not, I think you will find it fascinating, not least as there is an anti-Trump demonstration taking place in Falmouth as I write this. (Yes, who would have thought? But hooray for Falmouth!)

    1. And another demonstration in Edinburgh this evening. I hope he doesn't mistake these gatherings together as endless seas of love. Oh dear.

  2. I could do with some cheering thoughts so will pop to the library who have a good Cornish author section. I wasn't aware of the event in Falmouth tonight, but have just checked it out. Wish I'd known as I could have joined in!

  3. I read it years ago, along with the rest of her books....I will re- read. Thanks for the heads up. Hope all is well? x

  4. I have so many of Daphne du Maurier's books, but not that one - so I've just bought it on Amazon! It sounds like an interesting read - thanks for the tip.
    Incidentally, you seem to have lost your 'Follower' button again???

    1. Hmmm, don't know how the follower button has gone walkabout! Thanks for letting me know. I am very untechy so probably won't be able to work it out, but never mind! Hope you enjoy the du Maurier book. It was funny and sobering at the same time, and if read during these peculiar times, a bit unnerving, to be honest! Never say never!!!! Have a good weekend. Bright and blustery with rain in the air here today.


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