Diary of a Nottting Hill Nobody

Monday

V scary moment at the 9.15. Everyone having boring discussion about various crises overseas, yours truly quietly making notes in corner — actually sketching a little plan for Sesame’s forthcoming dressage trials, am trying to learn a new routine involving extended canter, v exciting. Suddenly DD burst out shouting: ‘It’s about time we invaded Burma, shot the generals and fed the people!’ I nearly broke the tip off my commemorative British Horse Society pencil.