I was in the Sunday Times, nicely

This happened. The editor thinks it's a book of dog sitter stories waiting to happen. I am scribbling away at that... I first house-sat by accident. I was originally at Haven House, Lembton, as a live-in safety net for Lady Olive Simmonds, a seventy-nine year-old Bostonian with a lilac afro, a Temazepam habit and leg ulcers. Haven House was by the sea. Eighteenth century, elegant, comfortable. But…