The Swedish cover of ONE HUSBAND REQUIRED* is just so cosy that I had to share it.
A roaring log fire. An old-fashioned Christmas tree (with non-matching baubles just like my own tree, which is always a monument to bad taste). Who could ask for anything more?
Today I saw the giant and pretty fir which has been erected in Covent Garden and which went some way towards soothing my frazzled nerves. I'd just endured the first half of Uncle Vanya and the acting was so bad it made Chekov's writing seem puerile and flat. Just awful. (But at least I didn't have to stay).
*If you don't speak Swedish and would like an English copy of ONE HUSBAND REQUIRED, you can buy one here