Sunday 27th January 2013

It’s to be ‘Me and My Pony by Iris Lessing as told to Robert Nevil’. ‘Me and My Pony by Hildegard of Bingen as told to Robert Nevil’. ‘Me and My Pony by Rabbi Julia Neuberger as told to Robert Nevil.’

The first one, almost completed, is ‘Me and My Pony by Benjamin Britten as told to Robert Nevil.’ The Britten pony made a high thin sound like a wire and was a gelding. The Queen said, ‘I don’t mind sending telegrams to two gentlemen in Gay sistership but no OM until he learns to brush his pony properly.’ Almost she set out from Sandringham with a horse box in much the same way as she proposed,in the absence of Edinburgh in pital this gone June for the Jubilee drive to St Pauls, that a horse-box hitched to the Royal limousine would more than compensate.

Sadly this vision was not realised because of advice. Her idea was that there should be a horse in the box.

The Britten pony was neglected and rarely ridden. It became more and more inert.

I have been making marmalade. It is a pleasure to work with foodstuffs that are also cleaning agents.