_. Lady Diana Spencer flew home from Australia and was hurried from the plane in the company of a 'high ranking' palace official, by-passing the usual customs procedures. She is already being royally treated. Later in the day, the Prince of Wales, accompanied by Lady D, watched as his racehorse collapsed and died whilst training in Berkshire. Both were in floods of tears. HRH didn't leave his beast until the vet arrived.
To Lidget Green at 6 for lasagne washed down with wine. A happy, relaxed evening 'at home', which it shortly will be. After the luxurious dinner she washed the dishes and allowed me to languish like a Roman emperor on the sofa, devouring the occasional grape, watching a snowy, flickering TV screen.
Watched Huw Wheldon's marvellous account of Victoria and Albert's life at Osborne House in the 'Royal Heritage' series. Ally made an attempt to read 'The Murder of Roger Ackroyd' by dear Agatha [Christie]. One of her better books. I think she was sober when she penned that one. To bed after 12.
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