I went round her house once. I was producing an exhibition about British Novelists and we wanted a title image which somehow summed up the lonely process of writing. So with photographer in tow, we chose the study in her home on Holland Park Avenue, roughly opposite Tony Benn. It was a small room, with a manual typewriter, looking out onto a back garden. It did the trick.
I don't think I've ever read one book of hers but she was a nice lady and shared a uncanny resemblance to my mum. Farewell Phyllis.