Now, before I start writing this week’s diary entry, I would like to appeal to your very kind natures in not judging me too harshly. You see, I’m going to indulge in a little boasting. I learnt in PSHE that boasting is not an admirable quality, but nevertheless, acceptable on the odd occasion. Well, this is my odd occasion!
Just over a week ago, in the run up to long weekend, I felt rather left out because my boarding friends were planning on either going home or embarking on an action packed day at the Sea Life Centre and theatre in Birmingham. I tried my hardest to communicate that I’m a seasoned train traveller, have no burning desire to wrestle sharks, and have developed a love of theatre (since starring as Toto in The Wiz) but alas, no invite came my way.
I’m sure you’ve heard of the phrase, "when one door closes another opens." Well, that was certainly the case for me. Despite doing a little damage to my carbon paw print, I found myself hopping onto a plane and spending the weekend with one of my high profile friends. Without wanting to boast further, I think you’ll agree that my picture with The Duchess of Cornwall speaks for itself. Some of you may have already seen a glimpse of me hobnobbing with royalty in the press.
All I can say is that ... Corgis are so last season!