Thursday, 8 September 2011
I failed to make it to Fashion's Night Out in Bond Street (apologies to Dior, Coach, Vogue, etc, though of course everyone got on just fine without me), but achieved a Big Night In instead. Managed to finish my scary deadlines for the Telegraph (phew), and then made dinner in time to watch Star Trek (the movie) with my son. The homemade gravy was good, the sausages a bit pallid (have they changed the recipe at M&S?),the peas as you would expect, and the crumble excellent (ah, the glamour...). I used Delia's recipe, with a few adaptations: oats instead of flour, and a scattering of golden linseed mixed in with the almonds (to convince myself that the second helping of crumble is a healthy option).
For Enid: I have been reading Patrick Lichfield's autobiography, although this is work-related, rather than a literary diversion (but his story turns out to be diverting, nevertheless).
Oh dear, this is a very mundane blog, but I did go out to the Chanel installation at Harrods on Monday evening (yes, in a dress and lipstick and everything). Help, am I lurching towards pathetic bathetic fallacy?