Yacht club calling…

09Sep10

Tuesday 8^{th September 3pm}

Ooh just got off the phone from Jemima and she has invited Benji and I to Mandaley this weekend. It’s her birthday and she is having a big party down at the yacht club, which is odd as Jemima really doesn’t do birthdays. I wonder if it’s a big one? Jemima keeps her date of birth a closely guarded secret even from me and Peta has always been fairly complicit in this as she too leads an ageless existence. Could it be her fiftieth? Jemima barely looks a day over forty and I know she was young when she had me. But that young? Hmmm, I’m not sure, either way this event calls for some serious retail therapy; the Marlow yacht club is very posh, and very snobby and I will just have to have a fabulous new outfit, especially as I am the daughter of the birthday girl and of course there is a gift to buy, fiftieth or no fiftieth if Jemima is throwing a party then she will be expecting gifts, wonderful gifts at that. In fact I’m not sure my own bank balance will stretch to all of this. I’ll have to sweet talk Benji into trusting me with his plastic. Not that he’ll take too much persuading to part with it, Benji is fairly generous and filthy rich. The perfect combination. Now, I think I’ll just call Jemima back, find out what she is wearing, I really wouldn’t want to clash. Not on her birthday.