At The Boltons

My guess is that you didn't know I'd been to your late and blessed mother's house in The Boltons. You know, the one next door to the late Saudi King Fahd's. The gigantic chandelier in the living room was beautiful, but, of course, ostentatious, as it belonged more suitably in a hotel or theatre lobby. (That's the problem with choosing interior designers who look only to the size of the budget rather than taste.)

Danny took me there the first time. I went with my daughter the second time. I wonder if the security video was kept. What do you think?