Days that are gone

It’s confirmed.  What fun.  There were lots of clues.  A lot of bidets.  Every bedroom has a private shower.  The garden is planted with a huge number of screening leylandii giving privacy to even distant corners of the garden. 

Norman apparently held wild pool parties back in the 70s and 80s.  Lots of gold lame*.  Our house and garden was the scene of fantastic debauchery. 

I’m sorry it will all be a bit tame from now on.  Garden nakedness will be under 10s, the tutus spinning through the curtains on the gallery will be on little girls and late night dinner conversations as likely to be domestic as esoteric.  

But what fun that our house has history.  And what fun that Norman's private life was so different from his radio persona.

(* Oh dear, how do you do accents on a blog?)