So today is quite exciting. I’m going for afternoon tea at The Ritz. There’s a sentence I never thought I’d say. I bought Kate a voucher for tea for two for her birthday back in May and this was the soonest we could get a table, obviously the bourgeoisie love a scone. We’ve got to try and be on our best behaviour. Kate and I are prone to pulling faces and putting on silly voices at the dinner table and have been trying to get that out of our systems before today, although it would be quite punk to get booted out of The Ritz.
I’ve just looked outside and it’s burning sunshine, how am I supposed to wear a suit in this? I only wear suits for funerals and job interviews, this will be something different.
Through a fault entirely of my own the phonecall I was waiting in all day yesterday actually came into my inbox at 12:11 so I spent time being pensive and anxious when I don’t need to. Lesson learnt. It wasn’t good news, their loss.
Right, I need to shave and pretend I’m a nice person, catch you later.