Keen readers will remember that my sister Florence is married to Alastair King, who is the Lord Mayor of London for the year 2024-25. On Saturday I went to the Lord Mayor’s Show, which is a massive procession through the City of London of “floats” representing various guilds and businesses. Like Notting Hill carnival designed by the Deloitte ents team.
Reveille was 0630 and I put on my thermal underwear, my dress, a puffy gilet and a navy cape that makes me look like a midwife. I did my hair as best I could and also my face - puffy to match my gilet. I laced up my trainers, (smart shoes in a bag), carried my hat - a navy fascinator thing made of some sort of rattan material with a great swoop of a feather - and caught the tube to Bank.
I arrived in time for breakfast at Mansion House, which is where the Lord Mayor lives while he is in office, and then I went to see Florence in her apartment.
“Are you okay with your hat?” she said. She was wearing a gigantic tartan dress, which looked like an explosion in a Vivienne Westwood atelier.
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