I’ve just taken a peek at Dingo’s diary.
This is what I found:
Monday 24th December, 2012.
(1) 7pm. Grand Christmas concert at the Royal Festival Hall, London. Self playing one of my own piano sonatas and one by Ludwig van Beethoven – an old friend of mine who is struggling a lot and could do with a bit of a lift! To be recorded. Super. BBC contract?
(2) Father Christmas is coming. Write list of things I want. Wrap presents for Eb, Mousie and Sonnet. Hang up stocking (the big one). Leave milk and biscuits for reindeers (to put F.C in a good mood!)
(3). 9pm. Leave for Bangkok with Peggy. Quantas 9967. for grand tour of Thailand.
Christmas party – at home.
Now how on earth is he going to manage all that! Besides, he’s still supposed to be to be in Switzerland recovering from his accident! Now you see him, now you don’t!
I reckon he’d better get a secretary – and quickly too!
Dingo being Dingo I’m sure he’ll manage to sort it all out somehow, but it’ll interesting to see how he manages to get round that little lot!
But doesn’t he remind you of Ariel in The Tempest!
“I come to answer thy best pleasure; be’t to fly, to swim, to dive into the fire, to ride on the cur’l clouds… this is no mortal business”.
Boy, you can say that again!