Friends with money

We rented a DVD last night. The girls and I often watch films while we wait for the glacier on the A1 to melt in the spring so that my husband can visit from London... oh when, oh when will I have a man in the house again, I'm ever so lone-lone-lone-lone-la-lonely... We’re the first people in the village to have a DVD player (it records as well so I often spend an entire lonely weekend watching my favourite episodes of Location Location Location) or in fact a TV, or indeed electricity so often one finds a gaggle of open mouthed local children gathered around our window in amazement at the moving pictures. I often have to tell them to jolly well get back to work in the garden. How can one be expected to write a great novel with grass that long! The DVD was called friends with money, about a woman who cleans the houses of her richer friends. I used to have friends with money you know, now I am just money with no friends. I thought if they made a film about my life in the north it would be called friends with no money because everyone in my village is poor and they all have to clean my house! Hmm, I wonder who would play me in the film, Renee Zellweger perhaps, with some jobbing provincials who can ham it up as my down at heel northern friends, well, I say friends but how can they be real friends as none of even went to university never mind Oxford and it's such a struggle to reduce my conversation down to their base rural northern level, and Michael Praed as my riding instructor...now now Rilly, behave, you’re married!.. I often think during our ‘girls’ nights in’ that I’m sure to make a fortune selling the film rights to this blog some day soon, and that’ll be one in the eye for everyone who says this is a bit too patronising, a bit too London, and a bit too done already, and that I'm just Peter Mayle without the sunflowers. Rilly'll show 'em won't she, Milly and Tilly!