The Old Bat did condescend to cook a light meal on our return but it did make me wonder how on earth the posh folk managed to eat a cooked breakfast, a two course lunch, afternoon tea and then a three course dinner every day. And it's not as if the "upstairs" people did anything particularly energetic. They employed servants for all that! How come they were not all horribly obese?
It's many years since I last attended a garden party - and that was a somewhat posher affair than yesterday's, albeit no more pleasant. For that one, the OB bought a hat and we travelled from Brighton to London by train - first class, of course. I felt quite somebody as we climbed into a taxi at Victoria and I told the driver, "Buckingham Palace". He (the driver) didn't bat an eyelid and I quite understood when I saw how many other taxis were dropping people off outside the gates. We didn't get to be introduced to the Queen or the Duke of Edinburgh - and I can't remember which other royals were there. And the food wasn't exactly five star - fish paste sandwiches and battenberg cake. But we went to possibly the best Italian restaurant in London for dinner afterwards. You won't see me in this video: