Don’t forget your rape whistle!

Such wonderful correspondence I’ve been receiving recently. Julie and I have been bending over backwards to get on top of it, and we’ve had almost all we can take. I have to say, some really is hard to swallow!

Mildred in Colorado Springs writes:

“I have been so happy dressing lately, and one of my recent accessories is a lovely rape whistle on a silver chain. It looks wonderful, but no matter how long I spend blowing the whistle so far I’ve had no luck!”

Mildred, that’s not how the whole rape whistle thing works, darling, however I love the creativity of having it on a nice ornamental chain. Keep at it and I’m sure you’ll eventually find what you’re looking for.

Now, whilst I suspect you would find this very hard to believe, there are some people who have described me as being a trifle insensitive. This is something I find very hurtful, as I really do attempt to go through life shining light on those dark corners into which a little joy and happiness would be appreciated.

It is with a degree of disappointment and embarrassment that I have to relate the events of this week. In my defense I would say that this could have happened to anyone!

It all started when Max, my neighbours son, came over to my house along with one of his childhood toys. Perhaps you remember…