Wow! What a Weekend!

Lunch at The Ivy on Saturday, followed by an afternoon shopping in the kind of shops where you have to ring a bell to be allowed in. Cocktails with gloriously suggestive names served by straight-faced waiters at The Ritz. A quick flight in a private jet over to Paris as dusk was falling, and dinner on the candlelit terrace of a restaurant overlooking the Seine. A suite at the Georges V. Champagne breakfast in bed and a wander round a gorgeously eccentric flea market before long lunch in dark little backstreet bistro, reeking of garlic and good food. Home in time for nice cup of tea before beginning to unpack purchases-- delicious pair of pink satin shoes, many glamourous little flippy, slippy dresses in ice-cream shades, several cashmere cardigans, pint-sized bottle of perfume, lovely antique mirror from brocante as well as a few v. tasteful and amusing presents for the daughters (nothing plastic or bearing the word Barbie in other words...), case of Perrier Jouet ( the one with the painted pink flowers on the bottle), fabulous extravagant cache of goodies from Paris deli, enabling swift assembly of simple, stunning dinner-- not to be eaten slumped on sofa sulkily watching World Cup Final....

Just thought I'd get this in before Annie gets back and posts about the RNA conference. Jealous? With my glamorous life? Perish the thought.

(Oh dear, am just too honest. Don't tell Annie, but I spent Saturday at the school fair and Sunday decorating the hallway. Weekend not entirely without glamour though, as I did pay a pound to have my nails painted at said fair. Anyone else who didn't get up to Penrith care to make me feel better?)