I must say it is rather jolly to be back in my own study, settling down to my old routines. The last couple of weeks have been somewhat unusual, but one cannot dwell on things one cannot change. Onwards and upwards as my old father used to say.
But I have to admit that returning from an evening out to find one’s home simply crawling with police is just not the sort of thing one expects. And as fond as I am of dear Nigel, to discover he has been using my study and computer for some kind of nefarious activities on the internet has left me more than a little upset. I must say though that the young police officers with whom I spent a large part of the evening “helping police with their enquiries” were rather charming. in their way and did seem to accept my total ignorance of what has been going on.
It was all rather a shock and absolutely nothing at all like the crime dramas one sees on the television or in the cinema.
Anyway, I do not want to dwell on that particular episode. Drama like that is so much more interesting on the screen than off. Nigel has explained that it is all a misunderstanding and has apologised most profusely for the inconvenience the whole affair has caused me. Obviously, I couldn’t stay in the house but I was able to secure rooms at the Savoy until things got back to normal.
Being without my computer was a bit of a blow. I am by no means an avid or expert user of all this modern technology, but without my trusty PC I have been unable to keep up with my journal or work on my little family tree project.
So this morning young Charlotte arrived on my doorstep carrying one of those rather smart looking laptop computers. I don’t understand all this Giga this and mega that, but it looks very nice on my desk and it takes up far less room than the one Nigel had acquired for me. Charlotte very kindly set me up on this new machine and even managed to get me back into my journal.
IN fact, Charlotte stayed for most of the day and we had a jolly good chat about her mother and sister and her plans for the future. The one worrying note was her belief that Hope’s beloved gallery is not doing as well financially as she had hoped it would. From what Charlotte says her mother may have to face some difficult decisions very soon about its future. There is the very real possibility that she may have to close. I am sure one can imagine this was something of a surprise and a great disappointment. I know just how much the gallery means to Hope and the very idea she could lose it makes me very sad indeed. But what can one do?
Charlotte is quite clear where the blame for these difficulties lie. She has no hesitation in pointing a very determined and forthright finger at our present government. And whilst I cannot share her certainty, one has to admit that this current climate is not good for business. Even my own business is beginning to feel the pressure. Only last week we had to make some very drastic cuts to help maintain the value of investments. At least that is what I have been told. I don’t really understand it all and rely totally on my managers and fellow board members to steer the Dimbelby-Smyth ship through the stormy waters.
Hope has told me on many occasions that I need to take a greater interest but all that financial and legal waffle goes right over my head. We have discussed some aspects of the business and Hope has offered some very insightful and interesting ideas but so far they have not met with the support of others in the business.
Anyway, I don’t want to spend too long here – I have agreed to meet Cambridge at the CLub so will have to get moving. He has been talking about taking a little trip to the South of France where he has a rather nice little yacht. He persists in asking me to join him but so far have resisted. However, after the events of the last few weeks, I just might take him up on the offer this time around.
Sailing is not something I generally do these days, at least not since my parents’ accident. But Cambridge is a proficient a yachtsman as most and his boat is apparently quite something.