Friends, I recently invited you to share your questions with me and benefit from my experience of this wide world of ours. Happily, I have received missives from a good many correspondents, and can now address myself to the task of answering your queries.
Of course, do continue to send me your thoughts, there is nothing I enjoy more than meeting the good people of the parish.
A most pleasant lady from across the ocean, Carole in Canada, wondered, “how many bonnets does Mrs. Wickham own? I know this seems a frivolous type of question, but you keep bringing them up!“.
But I am taking us away from the topic in hand, and we all know that I can be a devil for such things. One might begin on considering the number of Mrs Wickham’s bonnets and end in the tale of the king of a small principality who was proven to have a fondness for citrus and women of a certain sort, or find oneself happily skipping along an avenue containing Wellington, Waterloo and a terrier named Charlotte who perched on a courtesan’s lap at Drury Lane.