My dear friend Cat Delaney, writer, has just informed me we are going to celluloid. At first, I was rather concerned that she meant that the two of us were going to have thigh-fat treatments as the local ladies spa, but it was her awful Canadian accent that threw me. Celluloid, not cellulite. Welfarewell is going to be made into a movie! Imagine that! I must buy a new frock and matching hat for the premiere.
Just as soon as Cat tells me who will be blessed with the lead role (moi!), I shall report it to you post haste. I should think there are several unemployed “mature” actresses who would like a nice cup of tea, wouldn’t you? What a delightful thing it is to image who will play you when you can no longer actually play yourself.
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