The world from my window

So there we were, Mrs Bubbles Champagne-Charlie, Mrs Bancroft and me, sitting at the bar, swinging our legs from the stools while the men talked about the Olympics. As their chatter got on to the women's volleyball team (yawn), I decided to pep up the ladies' conversation by asking their thoughts on  Fifty Shades of Grey . Not that it's on The Enchanted Village's book club list but we've all read it anyway. Champagne-Charlie's ears pricked up immediately. ' Fifty Shades ...that's not the mucky book Bubbles has been reading?' he said. Mr Grigg snorted. 'Maddie said she'd read me extracts of that on holiday but she never did. I was most disappointed.' 'That's because it was rubbish,' I said, having read Erica Jong's Fear of Flying at an impressionable age. ( Fifty Shades hurt my feminist bone. And not in a good way). 'Rubbish?' said Mrs Bancroft. 'It was like a sexed-up Mills and Boon.' ...