Yes, you've guessed it, I've just started reading one of Enid Blyton's Famous Five books, with all those lovely old words and phrases that we don't, or can't use any more. Well, as the title suggests, something jolly queer has happened. A very nice fellow in Chicago, wants to read my book Green Eyes, Black Heart, with a view to writing a screenplay for a film. And, he works for The Leo Burnett Agency, one of the biggest companies in the world! (Jeremy Clerkson impression). How jolly spiffing is that? (spellchecker didn't like spiffing!)
It was a jolly fine fellow, telling another jolly fine fellow, all about it. ENOUGH of the 1940's prose; it's too long winded and tiresome. Needless to say, I'm quite excited at the prospect, should it come to fruition, and if it doesn't? That's for another day, and another blog. In the meantime, however, I have all these thoughts buzzing around in my head, beginning with what if...? I haven't got the foggiest idea what happens in such a case. Who does what, to whom and when. It's another puzzle to be solved. But for now, I'm off back to Kirrin Island to see what that queer fellow, Uncle Quentin, is up to in the glass tower with all those wires waving around queerily! Ahh, research! I love it. Toodle pip.