31st July, 2009

The one reason I might be prepared to relive my life would be to have the chance go to Pony Club camp. I am ashamed to admit that I was just a touch bitter and resentful as I packed various of my children off there this last weekend. My mood has not been helped by subsequent shenanigans on the Monday evening that went on under the cover of my beautiful Bedouin tent which I had laboriously erected after much pleading by my daughter Jimmy. She shared this tent with three girl friends of hers armed, it transpires, with several Evian bottles filled with vodka, ouzo and Bacardi rather than Still Spring Water. Hen is beginning to be put in the shade. I don't whether I am becoming inured to this sort of thing, but to be honest I was mainly just relieved that my tent has survived unscathed which was a huge result I can tell you considering the widespread carnage caused by the alcoholic binge.