It's Patsy from Ab Fab

Good grief.

Did I look that rough? Did I look that old? Did I look that posh and horsey? (OK, I am quite posh - but not horsey. I like horses, but they scare me with their big teeth and hooves.)

This was taken at my best and oldest friend's wedding. I was her best woman, and Emma her bridesmaid. Brian - publicity-hogging little monkey - is obscuring her pretty white dress. There was a floral crown that went with it, made by her father who is a consummate flower arranger. Shame it stayed on her head for only two seconds. Meanwhile Gloria is eating her own cardigan. It was a brilliant day, the highlight of our summer holiday.

We went to London, to Portsmouth, to Dorset, to Devon; we saw friends, friends' babies, family babies and about 50 prize-winning rabbits; we picked blackberries; we watched hours of telly. We gorged ourselves on things unavailable in Switzerland - clotted cream, nice tea, nice toast, nice wine, Marmite, bacon. It was strange and comforting to hear everyone else speaking English.

There were some lows: my father-in-law's illness, our plane being cancelled, our mothership-sized suitcase breaking, getting scolded over the tannoy at Bristol airport, Emma undoing my halter-top dress seconds before I was meant to do a reading in church.

But it's nice to be back and to have things where I can find them. And if I risk any more Judy Finnegan moments, at least it's in the privacy of my own home.