... and another thing!
She has the AUDACITY to print this:
"And this loneliness, friendless thing, can happen to anyone. My oldest sister Clare was once married with two kids and an active social life. When she fell over just before Christmas and broke her hip, there was no one she could call. When she got home from the hospital to her tiny flat, it was cold, without even a bottle of milk."
Excuse me for asking, Liz dear, but where the Blinkin' Blimmin Heck were you????? No one she could call
You couldn't possibly pop round and switch the heating on, buy a loaf of bread and a pint of milk for her? Or, if you're too busy being frightfully important (as well as "funny, kind, generous and interesting"
) perhaps pay your assistant to do it? Enjoy your vat of gin.