I am risking life and limb to head to Chelsea. Some of you may not be aware that police yesterday had to shoot a lone gunman within metres of Marks & Spencer. Can you imagine, you pop out to buy some matching underwear and the next thing you know some lunatic with a gun is trying to kill you.
Apparently he had a fight with his girlfriend. Sadly it seems he served in Iraq. Yet another consequence of that pointless war.
Anyway, the retreat is over and all went well. I came home and tried to introduce the children to the joys of sleeping with lavender scented yoga beanbags over their eyes. It didn’t work last night; Leo woke up due to a “baddie dream” and Bea woke up because she had a “hurtie leg”. Rupert slept through the whole adventure and was amazed when I looked so tired this morning. Gunmen allowing I shall look forward to a good night’s sleep in Chelsea.
I am going to meet some TV people, see some magazines and have my eyebrows threaded. This threading is a very serious business and as I know of nowhere outside Harvey Nichols that does it, I am forced to go there. I wonder if they sell bullet-proof vests.
But for now I am working on the train, speeding through the lovely French countryside. Everyone around me is eating and the conductor keeps wishing them a “bon appetit” – never let a train journey get in the way of lunch.
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2008