3) Fenella Fielding Happy Christmas Darlings

‘And who are you, my darling?” Fenella Fielding said when I plonked myself down next to her on a sofa at my local literary festival. There she was, tiny, frail, almost kabuki-like, with the giant lashes and red lippy. Her look was unchangeable and it matters not to me if it was the artifice of wigs and makeup – there was a core in her that made her carr…