Ascot. A day squeezed into uncomfortable clothes and a hat poncing about like a ninny with my collapsible walking stick, tapping it on the ground. I looked sour and snooty both. Felt like Lady Grantham in Downton Abbey. Surprisingly quite a lot of people on crutches in Royal Enclosure . Also weilding my stick meant was granted access to the disabled persons viewing area at the paddock. Good view of the Queen and the sensationally glamorous Maxima seated beside her. A couple of the Cleveland Bays had worked up a real sweat. Marvellous postillion girls with their buns in nets on board. That’s a change in the last 15 years- used to always be boys.
At start of day, humiliatingly had to ask OFT to zip up the final section my dress and worse still, put on the right hand leg of my tights. Still nowhere near being permitted ro bend forward. “Can you make sure you’ve got heel in properly? Now just gently roll them up my calf”
Cant bear him anywhere near me when I’m dressing. Lloyd Grossman was sitting next to us at lunch with a Knatchbull girl. Must say, would not have recognised him.
The River Files 