Little did one realise that one's troubles were just about to begin. First, there was the stress and the strain of the Jubilee celebrations. I shan't be doing that again in a hurry. People keep saying it was a great success, but from our point of view it was sheer hell. I don't know whose idea it was to have a "garden party" at the back of Buck House. What a frightful collection of oddities! One pretended to be amused by the likes of "entertainers", such as Leonard Henry (*Black as the ace of spades ) and some Australian woman called Dame Edna, (* She's a MAN, you fool!) but it really went too far when one had to tap one's foot to songs by Miss Anne Lennox, Mr William Young, some group called, I think, Atomic Puppy, and a Sir John Elton (I can't say I remember knighting him), who seemed to get on with the footmen like a house on fire.
