The century is not yet a teenager, yet everything is shrouded in gloom . . .
People are tightening their belts, rationing and making do. Across Europe, there is uncertainty, with the possibility of, like, serious conflict hanging in the air. Yet, amidst the splendour of Honalee - a mock-something-or-other mansion in Killiney that we recently inherited - life goes on.
The world is changing quickly - especially for me. As I stare down the barrel of middle age, I've decided that it's time to possibly do right by Sorcha and put our marriage back together.
But I have even bigger challenges to face. My son has hitched his future to a family of commoners, my old dear is involved in a love affair that threatens disgrace for the family, and my daughter has turned into the worst little madam you can imagine. Oh, yeah, and I'm about to become a grandfather at 31.
As Sorcha embraces her new life of afternoon teas on fine bone china plates and Downton Abbey theme porties, I'm suddenly wrestling with duty, loyalty and the thousands of women out there who still desire the pleasure of my company.
