I'm guessing from the responses that this is about the TV show 'Frasier'? I've never watched it, but you have me intrigued anyway!

Fortunately I work at the san, not the school, so presumably no-one will hear about it?

Fortunately I work at the san, not the school, so presumably no-one will hear about it?

And, not to breach any confidentiality, I feel that a psychiatrist has been sorely lacking in this community. But more of that later.

Realising she was on her way upstairs – and hopeful that the ‘dose’ might be brandy – I prepared for her tap on the door.

‘You mustn’t think this is all we get up to on the Platz; you should pop over to the Auberge with Nancy – that’s Miss Wilmot – and me one night and we’ll show you a different side of Switzerland.’

I wasn’t putting up with that, so I explained that I had several degrees and long experience as a psychiatrist. ‘But do you have insight?’ she asked.

Hmm, should Frasier be writing about Frank's consultation even to Niles? Breach of patient confidentiality and all that?

It was a happy day when one finally sat at one’s walnut bureau and poured oneself a soupcon of Amontillado – without being made to feel one was an alcoholic!

She and I – and her good friend Nancy – have enjoyed many delightful evenings together,

They do know how to have a good time – Nancy could certainly give Liza Minnelli a run for her money, especially after one Schnapps too many!

(I do like to use people’s proper names, there’s something a leetle not quite quite about shortened forms, don’t you think?).

At this she seemed a little confused. ‘Gould, no, Lloyd,’ she answered. ‘Oh, just call me Gwynneth.’

I can just imagine Frasier's tone of voice as I read them!

May we [I just stopped myself saying 'Can we...' ] have a spin-off of Matron in Seattle when this is finished JS?
Pretty please

Brilliant! She'd be like Crocodile Dundee in New York but without the knife. Matey's weapon of choice would be a hard stare and a cooling dose. Wonder if Martin Crane would fall for her?

Then the triplets gave us a song from The Mikado – I’ll leave you to guess which one – which was great fun.

Thanks for all the very kind comments
My encounter with the Maynard girls – and, indeed, the developments in my relationship with Eustacia, will have to wait for another occasion.

Joey – the more I realise that she is really quite a powerful personality. I wonder if she has ever studied hypnotism – it might explain why it is that she seems, Jedi-like, to impose her own will on all those around her.

Love Matey's rise to power - and her connections! Hope Frasier can get further with Stacie - come on girl he's a Doctor!!!!


Thanks JS

Bathgate???

... do we really want her as a step-mother?

If, from what you’re saying, it is art.

And at least I provided a distraction to the antics of one of the members of teaching staff (not sure of her name – Joan, perhaps?) who started to dance on the table after consuming rather a lot of miniatures from rather a capacious handbag.

oh my I am so worried that there has been some kind of time-slip, and Eustacia actually *is* Frasier's mother....

JS wrote:And at least I provided a distraction to the antics of one of the members of teaching staff (not sure of her name – Joan, perhaps?) who started to dance on the table after consuming rather a lot of miniatures from rather a capacious handbag.

I shrieked so loudly at that part, the cat fell off the sofa in shock!

Elle wrote:



Couldn't resist pinching one of your funniest comic creations, Elle. But then, I reckon that as you wrote it, it's practically canon

We’re going – did I mention that it is dear Eustacia and I who will be making the trip, in the company of Kathie and Nancy, of course – to the Austrian Tyrol. The Maynards have insisted we borrow their holiday home there – and I simply cannot wait. I’m sure we’ll have a beautifully peaceful long weekend away. After all, what could possibly happen in such a spot?

Why does that sentence immediately cause me to laugh????

This has quite taken the shine off the trip to the Tyrol.

I may say that when I said I was sure Matron would be far too busy to miss them, Mrs Maynard turned unaccountably pale and, I later heard, had to be put to bed for several days!

After all, not everything can be put down to one’s mother, can it?

It would be, she said wistfully, so nice to have just one person’s socks to deal with, rather than a dozen or so.

I asked if she’d told her parents how she felt. ‘How could I?’ she asked with tears forming in her eyes. ‘I’d be letting them down. Anyway, Mamma is so often busy.’

At this she blushed and looked down, I’m not sure why.

Joan Derwent was apparently taking a ‘cure’ in some nunnery - at least, they kept saying she was in the priory - so my stock of Baileys was safer than it would have been! Although I must say, she generally brings her own supplies.

Also enjoying this. My guess for the visitor is OOAO. What will he make of her?

She and I have become really quite good friends and, of course, she is so often the chaperone when dear Eustacia and I meet (such a charming old-fashioned girl). She – Evadne, that is – did I tell you that was Lady Watson’s name? – always seems such a happy soul that I was somewhat surprised when she popped in to see me one day on really, what one would think was an almost professional basis. The conversation left me a little puzzled, Niles, and I’d like to share some of it with you if I may?

If there’s one thing one cannot stand it’s a snob.

‘Don’t you want to leave a message for Dr Entwistle?’ I asked. ‘Oh no, that doesn’t matter – not now!’ And with that she whirled down the corridor, ponytail waving, as if she were dancing on air.

’d better go now, Niles, and just have a quick skim through my Shakespeare so that I can inform my fellow viewers of any inaccuracies in the text! I’m sure that they will appreciate it, particularly Miss Annersley – Hilda. They tell me she’s made some study of the subject herself.

She then added, unaccountably: ‘Well, you couldn’t really count Dick.’

she then whirled out of the room saying that she was off to see Jack to tell him that their policy of ‘instant obedience’ was to change – immediately – and become one of mutual respect.

Oh dear, I’m not sure I’m looking forward to my next meeting with Dr Maynard....

Oh, I do hope Margot is getting a tattoo!

Wondering if Mary Lou regularly phoned in to radio station in Seattle...........!

they’re so clumpy and do nothing for my ankles (‘except perhaps support them,’ said Nancy tartly when I complained to her).

Also, I think there may be more to Miss Trelawney than meets the eye – nobody could be as self-confident as she appears.

As you know, there’s not much that gets past Dr Frasier Crane!

Indeed, I fear I may have been rather repetitive about it because Nancy did break in impatiently at one point to tell me if I proclaimed my 'supposed humility' one more time she’d throw me in the lake! I presume it was the brandy talking, although I think she’d be quite capable of it!

I must confess I was a leetle disappointed that Oprah said she didn’t remember me – after all, we do share a certain public profile and I’m sure we exchanged a smile at the radio and television awards three years ago.

I must hasten off to the Auberge this evening – I think that Nancy and Kathie and Rosalie (have I mentioned her? Charming lady) just might not have heard as yet about Matron’s postcard. Not that I’m one to gossip of course!

............including, by the way, a rather nice family who were staying at the hotel – a somewhat soldierly father and a whole crowd of children, with a charming woman who I think was the chap’s second wife. They entertained us with a selection of songs one evening – some of them were strangely familiar – but I digress.

After all, who can blame them, when so much irresistible Frasier Crane is set in front of them? Hmm?

Such larks! (I suspect Frasier has slipped through a rift in the time-space continuum, somehow...)

It should be fun, although the invitation does say, rather strangely, that we should ‘wear our worst’. Worst what, I wonder.

Letter 39 part 2

It should be fun, although the invitation does say, rather strangely, that we should ‘wear our worst’. Worst what, I wonder.Still, I’m sure it will all be harmless – what could happen, after all?
‘To be continued...

Two bottles of champagne between two of them, though? Was he trying to get her drunk?

I do love the way Frasier and the other characters appear to be living in an odd time-warp - are they existing in two times at once?

I was actually rather grateful to Miss Trelawney, who, after casting a quick, but sympathetic glance at Michael, changed the subject to her own future plans to be an archaeologist. She had, she said, wanted to be a policewoman when she was a child but wasn’t sure if she had the natural air of authority which would be required. At this, of course (she is, as I think I’ve mentioned, a very self-possessed young lady!), her former teachers burst out laughing, and the tension was broken.

I don't want this to end!

Immediately we entered the staffroom, at least eight pairs of hands (or so it felt) grabbed at me and fixed my eyes with a blindfold and tried my wrists with a silken cord.

Abi, you're my new best friend! Yes please!