Version 3 of Constance’s chicken was the best so far, by far. The secret being having a whole fresh chicken hacked into bits by the crazy Wood Street butcher I think. As Connie put it, “Take 2 fat hens jointed as for frying…”

Rosalind came over to borrow a 1930s frock for her Wind in the Willows party. She selected the Fritzi of California number, an excellent choice. Both the ladies were home too so we had a lovely al fresco dinner in the garden. We discussed how delicious the chicken was and how women of our generation have got into the habit of buying bland cuts of chicken vacuum packed by the supermarket. As Rosalind observed, when we hear a piece of plastic being pierced by a knife we think, “Ooh, someone is cooking…” But the difference between that kind of chicken and this was definitely noticable. From now on I’ll try and frequent the butcher for my chooks, even though he thinks I am a figure of fun with my absurd questions about how to cook meat.

Ha ha! I am watching a great Lana Turner film on TCM and faded fashion model Ann Dvorak was just escorted out of a restaurant as she was smashed. A man offered to get her a cab and she said, “What a gentleman. My mother told me that if I stuck around for long enough I’d eventually meet one.” Fabulous line, I may memorise that!

Ooh, Lana just called Barry Sullivan a “small time chisler”. Ha ha!

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