We have a two letters today. The first is on House of Commons paper. Mr Blair has stumbled upon my blog and thinks it's brilliant. He wants me to do some after-dinner speaking next time the Australian ambassador comes over to number 10, which will be just the occasion I've been waiting for to tackle this problem about the Cadbury's chocolate.
Then I realise it's just those shameless namedroppers, who, since they were last seen bellowing "Dancing Queen" into a hairbrush at our party have been enjoying dinner at Chequers, admiring Pat Pheonix's platinum ring and meeting her majesty the Queen at Buck House. I've always wanted to meet the Queen, I think she's marvellous. The letter is lovely, all hand-written and full of news. "Glad someone else is experiencing the terrible twos, our Thomas was a little bastard". I hope you told the Queen exactly the same thing.
The other letter is from the owners of the place we stayed in the Hunter Valley. They don't like the comments I wrote in the guestbook (about the number of instructions all over the house) and they've written back to tell us. They responded to the previous guests' comments by writing their own response in the margin (as though that guest is going to come back and read them), so they've upped the stakes especially for us.
What do we do now? What's the etiquette? Do we respond?
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