Sorry, dear all. No, Lizzy, Granny didn't run to or from the sea; she's rooted in her house, along with her Beloved, tending guests. Right now, next door, the sound of seven happy ones, breakfasting, talking to each other in a lively way and from time to time requesting more coffee.
When she manages to take off her cook/waitress/chambermaid/cleaner/hostess hats she does run away but only to her desk to write. She's deep in a new novel for yet more publishers not to publish. Perhaps, when she hits 80, steamy geriatric sex would do it??? None here, though.So forgive her please, if not much blogging gets done. xxx