To have my book published.

Well,I have invented two new words - unbenjificatious, as opposed to benjificatious. Unbenjificatious means "most unfortunate".

I included this one in a letter to the New York Sun: they printed it, so I have official approval of my new word.

One day, perhaps, I'll be in the book itself ...........!!

Absolutely not!

Your cousin said such things in front of her daughter!! She wants a good spanking on the bare backside with a hairbrush. How dare she!

In this day and age, perfectly acceptable. Why not, indeed?

Hello from England, and welcome aboard! Great site, sincere genuine people - you'll soon make lots of new friends.

Have fun!

Hello!

I was here
Now I've gone!
I've left my name
To turn you on - or off, as the case may be!

I knew there was something I should have done the other day..........!!

I think that perhaps a lot of people are rather shy about sending that first email. Could this be a fear of rejection, do you think?

Benjificatious!

Absolutely beautiful! I am not ashamed to admit that there were tears in my eyes as I read this. Well done!

In days of yore, all the great British families had at least one mentally-ill member: they were usually kept isolated in one of the wings of the property. Sadly, they were often an object of ridicule.

Today of course, we are more tolerant and understanding, thankfully.

If we see you here
We shall ask you to stay
We like you a lot
We prefer it that way
But if you must leave
We understand - sure!
But you must return
Through our ever-open door!

In the news this morning, I spotted a report that the stonework of the Royal palaces and castles is in a serious state of corrosion.

Why cannot the press be honest? The truth is that Chazza and Camilla have been spotted peeing out of the windows again.

That cat really is beautiful. Have a wonderful relaxing sleep and sweet dreams.

Good morning from England! Have a great day.

This is a most interesting topic, actually. I received an email a couple of weeks back, asking why I didn't want kids.

Well, er, at the grand old age of sixty-four, er, the angle of the dangle does not quite equal the heat of the meat! There's frankness for you! I thought that the writer might perhaps have realised this: clearly, she is of the opinion that a gentleman can rise to the occasion anytime he chooses.

Not so! I do have a daughter aged thirty - but of course I was somewhat younger then!!!!!

What a beautiful kitty!

Pretty cuties!