"Cluck Cluck Cluck"
My hen night.
With an emphasis on Evelyn Waugh-like genteel debauchery. Boys were invited to fit the unconventional format and I went in drag just to make things tidy.
It was a Brideshead Revisited afternoon, starting with a champagne tea at the Orangery in Kensington Palace, in my finest approximation of a Sebastian Flyte costume and all others looking devastatingly beautiful.
Then boating on the Serpentine with Katy reading extracts from her University diary that recalled our Cambridge days and my first encounters with my almost-husband.
Then to Lucy's flat where Lucian, Nick and Lorna joined us for an indoor picnic complete with teddy bears, plovers' eggs in a nest and strawberries with cream (I think there was asparagus too but was too busy with the pink champagne to notice). This warranted a different dress.
Once we had eaten all we could, we took off in a cab to Milk and Honey and drank Brandy Alexanders and a curious concoction called a Honeymoon Cocktail. It was appropriately bittersweet. This required a different dress and a Cuban cigar, which we smoked in our velvet-curtained booth.
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I love you all who organised this wonderful, magical afternoon and evening and I love you more for being there, not just tonight but always, when I'm having the best time of my life and, just as importantly, when I'm having the worst time. Thank you.