I mean what a GLORIOUS weekend. I spent it in the Cotswolds which was absurdly idyllic. Green fields, cow parsley and wild roses everywhere, yellow stone houses, the roar of Range Rovers echoing along country lanes and so on. It was a bit Cider With Rosie – except less cider and more rosé. So much rosé it’s a wonder I can still see this morning but there we go. Call me a medical marvel.
I also went to a pub in Asthall – childhood village of the Mitfords – where there was a giant chair in the garden. So I immediately recognised a corking Instagram opportunity and pushed all small children off it. Life can be cruel like that.