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I Never Thought to See Paris

Thursday 18th January 2018

In a mad rush: must outfit for London Art Fayre followed by Ulysses’s Return at the Roundhouse. Outfit not even formed in my mind.

And have huge vat of marmalade to pot: not even sure it’s set.

Last week was ill: appeared to be blank for January and indeed rest of life, but engagements have been pouring in. I wonder if I’ll live to see this house properly renovated. Though have managed to polish all the silver and wet-wipe the chandeliers throughout. But, as I always say, if one had 8 full-time employees, the surface of the work to be done in the home would only just be scratched.

The main thing is I’ve achieved my goals outside the home for 2018 already: 1) get into Hamilton, the musical: well, Frankie-Doreen came up trumps with a sudden ticket 2) gain access to Charles 1 PV at the Royal Academy: Royston King came up trumps there but says I must be properly dressed, looking like a rich person who will give them money and they will carry on inviting him as one who brings in such. Needless to say there’s a better PV later on, possibly with Prince Charles. The cards for that have a gilt edge.

I’m feeling very blessed (Yuck! Gush!). No, it’s simply that, somehow, whenever I have determined that something will happen, it does.

But going back to New Year, I passed through Paris on the way to Normandy, not driving but riding in a train this time. The idea was to have lunch with Mme Macron in the interval between Eurostar and local train to Norm. I was so preoccupied with this that the Dior Exhib at the Grand Palais quite passed me by. Drat, drat, drat. Hadn’t even heard of it. Genevieve Suzy pointed out tartly: ‘We covered it on Dainty Lady. Weren’t you paying attention?’

Can you imagine? Was actually in Paris and never saw the Dior. Fabulous apparently. Frocks as far as the eye could see as will never be seen again all in one place.

Mme Mac said it was a bit chilly for lunch as she only ever wears a macintosh dress with zips and short sleeves. She doesn’t engage with a Winter look at all. Instead I had to make do with another French greatness (see graph below).