Status Updates From Excellent Women

“Do we need tea?” She echoed. “But Miss Lathbury…” she sounded puzzled and distressed and I realized that my waiting had struck at something deep and fundamental. It was the kind of question that starts a landslide in the mind.

“My thoughts went round and round and it occurred to me that if I ever wrote a novel it would be a stream of consciousness type and deal with an hour in the life of a woman at the sink”

I began piling cups and saucers on to a tray. I suppose it was cowardly of me, but I felt that I wanted to be alone, and what better place to choose than the sink, where neither of the men would follow me?

"I eat as many birds as possible," said Mrs. Bone when we were sitting down to roast chicken. "I have them sent from Harrod's or Fortnum's, and sometimes I go and look at them in the cold meats department. They do them up very prettily with aspic jelly and decorations. At least we can eat our enemies."