I think all of us have our very own Anna Madrigal, especially when we have played at being our own Mary Ann Singleton in The Tales of [ our very own ] City
My " Mrs Madrigal " is a man ....a wisecracking, verbose and delightfully arch man of a certain well kept age who has the hips of a snake, and the tongue of Eve Arden
We have been friends for two decades and I love him deeply.
I needed him today, and with a gap of a hundred and three miles, our own busy lives and a serious illness between us he rang me on spec with a sassy diatribe, some common sense and a warmth that almost made me weep.
Thank you for today bel-ami, your timing was impeccable !!!!
I love you man x