Mist at first, but very warm later. Up at 8:30 and undercoat the sitting room door before breakfast. At 9:30 I broke off to watch the funeral from Monaco. One of the most moving things I've ever seen. Prince Rainier and Princess Caroline looked pathetic. Shattered and broken by grief. The Princess of Wales was seated next to Nancy Reagan and both ladies were making use of their handkerchiefs. What a great honour for Mrs Reagan to be seated so close to the divine Diana.
Paint and hung wallpaper all afternoon. To Pine Tops in a hot sweat at 6:30. Surprised to find no food laid out and drew the conclusion that we must be dining out. For some reason I thought we'd be having a buffet supper. Mum gave us all a tiny card each, and on opening the cards we all found a cheque for £250. Dumbfounded. Dad must have had a fortune fall into his lap since Tuesday, and so they have given us £1,000 to us, the children. Lynn adopted a worried look and offered her cheque back saying they couldn't afford such a gift. Lynn is daft. As if they'd wruite four cheques they cannot afford?
After a few gins we went to the Fox [and Hounds] where Mum had booked the little room, only to find it occupied. The manageress was unhelpful and downright rude, but we had a pleasant table by a window upstairs. Seven of the nine had T-bone steaks. Dad paid for the lot and the bill came to over £90, which wasn't too bad. Mum and Dad were in better shape than on Tuesday. It must be sinking in by now. Onward to Pine Tops for drinks [again]. Showed then the letter from Malcolm Fawbert. The fool. To bed at 4am. Horrific.
-=-
No comments:
Post a Comment