Operation Day

Mad Carina and I went to Peter Jones for lunch via a very exciting little cupcake shop which inspired me for greater cupcakes. They had no sharks I noted.

Last night I D Jane and I went to Antonia Roll's exhibition in Wimbledon and very impressive it was too. The subject of the exhib was her partner who died of cancer and the paintings are quite lovely. There were heaps of people and heaps of paintings and Antonia gave a little sermon which was charming and moving and I was so amazed I didn't cry. I realise I am so lucky not to have lost anyone close to me to this awful illness.


Antonia & me - Desiguel girls

I D Jane has forgiven Tarzan for the squash racket incident. He went on a rotten ski trip last weekend and seems to have learnt where his comforts lie - not in an igloo in Davos!

Today is the day of my dreaded tooth operation. I am having a bit of roadworks done under my teeth so I imagine there might be slight disruption to my eating for the next few days. I'm off to Harley Street at 4.30pm for much anaesthetic; the complete knock out. Mr Smith hopes I don't mind if he's a bit late collecting me as he doesn't want to pay the congestion charge. I hope Mr Smith doesn't mind if I am violently sick all over his shoes.