Fiona's Quiet Life

It was a great dinner/dance we raised over one hun­dred thou­sand pounds for Hope. it got off to a sticky start as all the roads round the build­ing … in the centre of Lon­don .…had been closed for some unac­count­able reason. our driver gave up an dropped us off near the ’ gher­kin’, there we were Abby, Esther and i run­ning through the streets of Lon­don in our ball gowns, it was fun.……one of the best pat­rons of the char­ity gave up and went home without his dinner.

we had , had a won­der­fully ‘girly day, try­ing on dresses and shoes and ear­rings. Esther had been feel­ing ill all day with a slight tem­per­at­ure so she wore a great big fleece over her lovely soph­ist­ic­ated dress.

there was an auc­tion to raise money , i bid on one of the things.…..a busi­ness class return flight to Las Vagas. suite at the Vene­tian hotel, tick­ets to Barry Manilow and a meet­ing with him back stage.….….…i did not bid nearly enough didn’t really want it but just thought i would start things off at ?1000.….….it went for a bout ?8000 i think. A prin­cess who was attend­ing took off one of her rings and added it to the things being auc­tioned, the win­ning bid­der then re-donated it to be auc­tioned at sotherbys.

we stayed till the end, Judith lost her coat which she had put in a corner while set­ting up, brought home some flowers and got back to the house ‚after drop­ping off Ian’s cousin and her friend, at 3. A.M

i am now in Chip­pen­ham with Nic, Chris and the wee boys.….……i gave them real cow­boy hats from vagas…the one who will be 2 next week ran round say­ing “yee Hah I’m a cool dude”

they have gone to bed and so shall i soon as Esther woke me up in the night as she wasn’t feel­ing well .Ah the joys of Grand-parent hood

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