Donna Lethal

A girlfriend called last night in hysterics. She has a cold, so her rasping worried me for a second, until I realized she was laughing so hard that she was crying. She was in bed reading and came across one of the … well, what can I say? I laughed so hard I almost threw up. Not exactly what you want when you have the flu, but it sure made me feel better. “Babs” was kind enough to email it to me:

From Hattie: The Authorised Biography of Hattie Jacques, by Andy Merriman:

“After a huge delicious Christmas lunch that had included oysters, turkeys galore, all the trimmings, an array of fabulous puddings and desserts, Hattie would produce a yard-long chocolate log.”

But wait! it gets worse! She makes her grandmother eat it!

“When offered a piece, Adelaide said she couldn’t possibly eat another thing. Hattie wouldn’t take no for an answer, and Adelaide, finally yielding, agreed to a mouthful. ‘Alright . . . but it’s only to take the taste of the food away.’”

Hope you–unlike Adelaide–are feeling better–

–Babs Johnson