I have had a very busy morning indeed.

My dear nephew Frimpong has practically emptied my fridge before leaving, so I badly need to go shopping for groceries.

Ah, by the way, I have received a couple of slightly worried letters asking me if Frimpong had really decided to stop travelling and settle here in Bearshire near me.

Don’t worry! He has not any intention of changing his lifestyle, he’s a professional traveller and still too young to retire.

He simply decided to sell his flat in central London and to have a cottage built here in our lovely village of Bearshire.

He will come to spend a few days in his cottage when he can take a break, as a kind of “holiday” for him.

But it will take some time before the cottage will be ready.

I’ll keep you informed, of course.

One of my kind and affectionate readers asked me the name of our village...oh my, I had forgotten to mention it.

For me it’s so natural to live here, that I thought everybody knew the name of the place.

My village is called Bearlingham Green and it’s the pearl of Bearshire.

When I have to go shopping to the centre of the village I find it so handy to take my motor-scooter, mostly in summer.

Now I have to drive back home, I have to arrange my groceries and to bake a cake for Stevie, a dear young friend of mine.

I think he will pay me a visit one of these days.

If you want to have friends visiting you with joy, always keep a home-baked cake ready and your sympathetic ears open for them.