I didn’t know whether to be irritated or relieved when Frella started writing her own holiday diary entries, after asking me to write them. I’d already got the next one planned, and was looking forward to the scenery in Madeira, and here we were in Ireland again. Grey day, too. I was hoping to give her the holiday of a lifetime in my next book, The Frolics of Frivolous Frella.
I think I’ll take one day at a time and see what she comes up with next.