There’s no denying that the dinner party was excruciatingly painful but nothing compares to the drinks before hand. As Susannah and I stood there with her getting drunker and drunker every bloody person had something to say about the deal. Especially Sally. She’s a dear and old friend but I’d forgotten what a know it all she is. She was profoundly irritating.
I hadn’t worked out in my head how we were going to let people know that we hadn’t got the contract but i hadn’t expected Susannah’s blatant lying throughout dinner. She clearly hadn’t given any thought to how it might sound. As each whopper left her mouth I sat there getting angrier and angrier with the insanity of what she was saying and I realised that we just had to come clean. Thinking about the consequences of people knowing was actually far worse that getting it off my chest. There’s a huge sense of relief in just being totally honest about where we’re at. After we said it everybody just split, leaving Susannah’s disgusting looking salmon, thank god. Later on sitting with Susannah in the potting shed as she got up close and personal with her third bottle of wine we finally let go and both dissolved into hysterical giggling. Such a relief to to be on our own. I eventually left her in the capable hands of David Furnish and his medicine cabinet. Thank god the day was over, it just couldn’t get any worse. Trinny x