Being the delicious, pompous, outrageous and gloriously funny memoirs of Lady Blanche Addle of Eigg (nee Coot of Coot's Balder). Lady addle, when asked, nay begged, to write her memoirs, at first hesitated. She has played halma with Lord Salisbury, knitted a comforter for a king, bicycled with Bismarck. It was not fitting, she thought, to write of such intimate moments. But finally, conceding that it was her duty to England, she consented to reveal All. Here are her memories of childhood at Coot's Balder, her whirlwind romance of only three years followed by Wedding of the Year to John Hector Murdoch Hirsuite McClutch, 17th Baron of Eigg (bridesmaids wore dresses of tartan serge with chip hats trimmed with thistles), and the story of her sister, dear, brave Mipsie, who underwent such tragedy and sorrow that in middle-age her hair turned chestnut in a single night.