My Day

It is inconceivable that Queen Elizabeth should ever conduct a syndicated column, but last week it was evident that if Mrs.

Neville Chamberlain chose she could give Mrs. Franklin Delano Roosevelt's My Day a brisk run for its lineage. The wife of the Prime Minister observed early this month as she opened the London Sunday Times National Book Fair: ''I understand from the press that my chief occupation" is darning the Prime Minister's socks.

Well, I could, but I don't.

"He has hardly sufficient socks to keep me occupied, and I understand that his taste is not in socks but in umbrellas.

"I also understand from certain sections of the press that my literary tastes are confined to cookery books and archeology.

That is not correct; my reading, like my husband's, is very wide. I can tell you that I have learned the old Greek poets, in their translations, for as long as I can remember.'' Mrs. Chamberlain went on to confide to the book folk that she is thinking of writing a book about the old buff brick house at No. 10 Downing Street, the most famed address in the Empire. She announced: "It will begin with its first occupant, a daughter of Charles II, and finish with the black cat. That black cat has appeared at every opportune moment in recent weeks.

Immediately after the crisis, when flowers were coming every few minutes for Mr.

Chamberlain and me, a parcel came for the black cat--two Dover soles."

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