Just to make you envious, I can now reveal that I met up with fellow blogette, the gloriously attractive, funny, talented Emily Evans Eerdmans in London recently. She has been famous for writing 'the book I got for Christmas' a couple ago, the gorgeous, magisterial Regency Redux so I was excited.
To celebrate their first 'paper' wedding anniversary, her husband Andrew bought her a plane ticket to accompany him on his visit to conduct a major seminar. That's enough to recommend anybody but I am still tempted to tell you that he's a charming, gentle and thoughtful man with a dry sense of humour and a mission to persuade companies about sustainable economics, about reassessing the value of commerce beyond the notion of the bottom line. I probably haven't got that exactly right but I found it all most reassuring.
Emily has written about what we all got up to here and I make no apologies for introducing them to an almost forbidden pleasure..
I know, I know. It will induce apoplexy in many, the cry of Hallelujah! in some.