Oh Nancy Mitford, where have you been, where have you been all my life!?
I know I'm jumping on the Mitford gravy train about 60 years late, but honestly! I cannot get enough. She's hysterical. Last night I was in bed laughing into my pillow with tears. So far, only the Sedaris family can to do that to me.
Excerpt from 'Pursuit of Love':
"I hope you haven't sent your jewels to the bank," I said.
"Oh, darling, don't tease, you know I haven't got any now. But my money," she said with a self-conscious giggle, "is sown into my stays. Fa rang me up and begged me to, and I must say it did seem quite and idea. Oh, why aren't you coming? I do feel so terrified--think of sleeping on the train, all alone."
"Perhaps you won't be alone," I said. "Foreigners are greatly given, I believe, to rape."
"Yes, that would be nice, so long as they didn't find my stays. Oh we are off--good-bye, darling, do think of me."
Brilliant! I'd love to be a fly on the wall when she and her fellow bright young people were out and about. I can only imagine the laughter she caused.
(Both portraits from the National Portrait Gallery)