Monday
V scary moment at the 9.15. Everyone having boring discussion about various crises overseas, yours truly quietly making notes in corner — actually sketching a little plan for Sesame’s forthcoming dressage trials, am trying to learn a new routine involving extended canter, v exciting. Suddenly DD burst out shouting: ‘It’s about time we invaded Burma, shot the generals and fed the people!’ I nearly broke the tip off my commemorative British Horse Society pencil.
Dave was v calm. Told him: ‘It’s all in hand, William is going to put down an EDM.’
But DD shouted: ‘Goddam it Dave, this is not a time for bits of paper, this is a time for men to be men!’ Lot of discussion later as to how Doreen had suddenly got the dosage so wrong. Poppy thinks we may have to slip something in his tea before he causes a diplomatic incident.
Anyway, can’t think about that now.
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