Prelude
Sophie’s Blog started life as e-mails written to my daughter-in-law to make her laugh while my son was away. Both are serving officers in the RAF, and initially married life for them was spent based at different stations (or sometimes different countries) and involved a considerable amount of mileage meeting at weekends and holidays. Sophie was a vehicle to keep us all close and in touch as a family. Our newest member, my daughter-in-law, was an inspiration and kept the momentum going throughout. Sophie we found had a voice, which was unique, she actually had a well honed sense of humour, which suited her personality and her ongoing battle with the necessary interloper ‘her’ and the love of her life ‘him.’ I was encouraged latterly by my Tutor Group on the first run out of the Open Universites creative writing course A363. This course was the icing that topped my Humanities degree. My tutor group and study buddies encouraged me; Sophie’s voice they laughingly said was very funny and her stories, they thought, had legs! Others said that both voice and stories were unsustainable over a period of time. These comments caught my imagination so as my son and daughter-in-law were now based together in the USA and were a willing audience I decided I would find out, firstly, if I would run out of ideas, secondly if I could sustain the voice; could I write as Sophie’s scribe for a year? We shall of course see. Now I will hand you over to the inimitable, the indomitable, La Grande Sophie.
Hello World, I am Sophie. I live at Tumbledown House, in beautiful Rutland, with Him (he is lovely) and Her (she is not so lovely).
I have just had a birthday and feel it is time for me to enter the world stage and take my place with super stars and super models. For the next year I intend to let you into my beauty secrets, tell you about my friends, family, hopes and ambitions. Let you know how I feel about the political situation at home and abroad and of course my domestic situation. My thoughts on these topics will fascinate.
Natural superstars at sometimes in their lives require more cash than is readily available, so I intend to publish my memoires. I have seen a beautiful house in a near by village that would suit my purpose, large gardens, apple tree, birds, rabbits, stream at the end etc, etc, you know the sort of thing. ‘Ah, Yes! The Credit Crunch, you will say is a problem,’ but there are always problems in this life, but when one is as beautiful and as clever as La Grande Sophie there is always a way.
I will write my diary Darlinks you will enjoy.
I am of course
La Grande Sophie
