I am gathering with a circle of remarkable lady illustrators tomorrow. Our hostess Catherine Lazure will open her french doors to the likes of Giselle Potter, Katherine Streeter, Juliette Borda and my girl Sophie Blackall. They can have my cake. And I will say a hearty cheers. They deserve it.
My Dad still tells the same jokes that were fresh when I was a knee high. Now I tell them. I am still telling people that he looked like the Prince of Monaco, was aptly named after the great economist John Maynard Keynes and raced cars when cars looked racy. I have come to admire his fortitude and persistence, and wish that life beyond retirement was a lot easier- the kind of fun he used to have when he looked like a royal.
