The catwalk ...

So I’m showing TSM my new outfit for tomorrow’s wedding and feeling rather chuffed, because I like to think I make suits look good. Then Dylan decides to stick his claws in me just as she is taking pictures.

The result, as they say in Regency lingo, was "pomposity prick’d".

A very busy day in the office. Dodgy weather. Lots of people management. Felt exhausted come the end but didn’t get a break at home. Cooking, RAC men, Sainsbury’s deliveries, cleaning the kitchen, washing ...

Yeah, no chance of me staying pompous for long.