An evening or three ..... with Mrs Stephen Fry

Having toured all 50 states of America with Stephen Fry only last week, I was more than a little excited to stumble across the diary of his long-suffering wife Edna in our local branch of Stresscos.

The diaries of Mrs Stephen Fry are the reason why I am likely to be spending a little less time online in this forthcoming week.

Oh, and the fact that it's the half term holidays.

I am reading with fascination and much hilarity about the ‘other’ life of esteemed writer and intellect Mr Stephen Fry – father to five, possibly more, children and local window cleaner turned taxi driver with a love of curry, vodka and karaoke.

The highlights so far, which give an insight into Stephen’s ‘other’ life as well as my own sense of humour, include:

Went to the garden centre this afternoon. We didn’t buy anything. We just like to pretend we’ve got a garden.

We told Stephen Junior that he’s adopted this evening. He isn’t, but there was nothing on TV.

Enjoyed a nice cuppa this morning with a HobNob and Jeremy Kyle. There was a woman on there who’d been married 16 years without realising her husband was gay. Extraordinary! Which reminds me, it’s our 16th anniversary in a few weeks. What a coincidence.

Tried to order a Domino’s pizza but they had no delivery boys available. Apparently one of them had an accident. He fell over, knocking another one over, who knocked another one over …

Insights into the family’s domestic life include recipes such as a time-saving two-in-one special – Spamoffee pie which can be served with a choice of custard or gravy.

So far, so thoroughly entertaining.

Call it women’s intuition or just the style of the writing, but something tells me this book was written by a man.

No offence Edna.