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CORONET AMONG THE GRASS


This is the foreword to the new e-book edition of CORONET AMONG THE GRASS just republished as an e-book on Amazon and Kindle.
It was a sequel to CORONET AMONG THE WEEDS and tells how I first met TERENCE and subsequently married him.
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CORONET AMONG THE GRASS
REPUBLISHED

FOREWORD
BY
TERENCE BRADY



       I remember so very well when this delightfully funny book was written. Being Clever Drawers, I should do, but I’ll resist making any Clever-Drawer-ish sort of remarks here.

SUMMER RAIN

                           SUMMER RAIN                                          
 
    
     As a child the sound of summer rain outside the window early in the morning was never dispiriting.

THE CORONATION OF QUEEN ELIZABETH II

 
 
 
                  THE CORONATION OF QUEEN ELIZABETH II                
 
June the 4Coronation Day! This date was surrounded by coloured crayoned stars in school girl diaries all over England, and for months and months before the date actually arrived.  Everyone talked about this day of days to come.  My cousin and I talked about it.

PINK PIGGY ON THE BLACK ECONOMY

 
    A while ago, on a sunny Sunday morning, I was attacked by a famous actress.  We were giving her a lift to a friend's lunch party when as we went in, all having been very pleasant beforehand, she turned on me and accused me of being part of theBlack Economy.
 
    It transpired something in a newspaper she had read had given her this impression.  It seemed.I had made the great mistake of admitting paying cash to persons, known or unknown.

WHOSE IDEA WAS IT?


       I remember I was playing hopscotch, by myself, having been left friendless by no more sinister occurrence than the odd numbers in my class - eleven, as it happens. 'We're all running away,' the voice said.  I looked up, it was my cousin.  Only too glad to be included in whatever game it was that was on, I ran after her.  I remember I was wearing my school apron, well, we all were, which somehow enforced the idea that running after them was a game, a piece of make believe.

THE ONION SELLER

         Life with grandparents when you are small has a particular glow.  It is not that they spoil you, it is that they expect you to fall in with them, and that is oddly exciting.  If they rise at dawn, you rise at dawn, if they serve grand teas with pretty patterned plates and expect you to hand round, that is what you do. Everything they do for you seems to be a treat, just because they are not your parents,just as everything you are to them is special, precisely because you are not their child.

LITTLE GRANDMOTHER

       My mother's housekeeper had great respect for the woman we all knew variously as Ma, or Little Ma, and finally Little Grandmother. 
        'She's one of the old sort,' she used to say proudly.  'Calls a spade a spade and won't stand any nonsense.' 
        This was to say the least.  My little grandmother was an Edwardian from the top of her head to the bottom of her stoutly clad feet.

THE RAIN IT RAINETH EVERY DAY!

 
        Living and working in the English countryside brings new insight into life..  So many people claim to live in the country, when really, what they do is own a house in the country, which is truly a different thing.  The difference is noticed when anyone passes by, even in the rain..  Pass by the grandest houses that are visited but not lived in by their owners, and the downstairs shutters are closed, and there are only small 'staff' cars parked.

NO COMMENT!

           If friendship is a marriage then we have been married many times, but we have alas, also been divorced. In Biblical times a chap could go out of his tent and say 'I divorce, I divorce you' three times, and then go back into his tent and chuck the old lady out, if the mood so took him, or dinner had been dicey, or he didn't like the kaftan she was sporting.  Apparently this mood did take the ancients many times and there were many divorces, not to mention rending, of garments.

IF EVER YOU SHOULD LEAVE ME

         It has been said that If you live in Paris at a young enough age, it never leaves you.  Following my sixteenth birthday, I spent a year in Paris on the Left Bank, and it is only now I realise just how much has stayed. Not just the fact that I say'eh voila!' at the slightest occurrence, or'quel domage'when a friend is down on their luck; or the fact that when in philosophical mood I trot out 'well, you know how it is, everyone has the faults of their qualities' always said with a slight shrug of the shoulders, and inevitably met with a blank look.
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