Gentlemen of the Night

I've just logged on to site meter to see who my recent readers are - as you do - on a wet Thursday morning. I see that I've had a few fleeting visits from a gentleman from the wild 'blue yonder' . I think he hails from the Wigan area. I don't think there is much to do in Wigan apart from visit the pier. He didn't stay long. A few seconds before midnight. A little longer at 12.45 a.m then crept away again till a brief check on me today around mid morning. Maybe he's shy. Maybe he just doesn't like the look of me. Maybe I'm too old for him. Maybe I talk too much. Or it may be that my gentleman of the night from the wild blueyonder is a virgin blogger.

The Whiteoaks of Jalna

Right - now how many of you remember these books? Did you ever read them? I used to love them as a teen. I think I'll have to get one to read for a trip down memory lane. The author was Mazo de la Roche. I loved books where you had a whole raft of characters that you could meet again and again with each subsequent saga. Just like a soap opera. The whole idea of a family living on an estate in a family house with that whole clan thing going on was the kind of life I always saw as 'perfect'.

I see that her real name was Mazo Roche but that she added the 'de la' . This set me wondering as to what name I would like to be known as an author. Penelope de la Southwell doesn't have quite the right ring to it. How about:

• Canola de la Colyford


• Olive de la Oyl [it does flow off the tongue]


• Corinne de la Beer


• Theresa che Green


• Tabitha de la Ware


• Penelope Deadly

I can see I'll have to give this subject some deep consideration. Until I have a name how can I write a book?

I've been Found Out

I had a text last night from my niece. She says she has found me! To prove it she will be leaving a comment one day when this page proves of sufficient interest to do so.I told her she must not post as anon y mouse, she must use her second name, and she's not to call me aunt *** [my real name]. I hope then my local friends wont pick up that it is me, *** . After all I hardly had chance to gossip about them yet, have I? If I'm going to dish the dirt then I have to remain just plain Penny.

Am I Invisible? I hope so!

My niece - who suggested I start a blog - now knows I blog. She's going to hunt for me. I just hope she doesn't know my grandmother's maiden name. I don't want her to know what I write about her uncle. I don't want her to know how I think of myself like a widow. She thinks we are loving and fun. I don't want to destroy that image for her - even though she approaches 40 - she's too young for the unvarnished truth [I'm thinking here of the plot to murder]. I hope I have obscured my tracks enough.