I first saw Harold across a crowded room, but it was lunchtime, not some enchanted evening, and we did not speak...' When Antonia Fraser met Harold Pinter she was a celebrated biographer and he was Britain's finest playwright.
He was a vicar to die for - and he did! Agatha is going through a man-hating phase and so is unmoved by news of the captivating new curate. But when she meets the golden-haired, blue-eyed Tristan Delon, she is swept off her feet . . . along with every other female in the village. She is positively ecstatic when he invites her to dine with him but the next day Agatha is left with a hangover from hell - and his cold...