When Karin mentioned the Christmas market we were trotting to was in David Cameron's constituency (which also happens to be the village where Kate Winslet buys her groceries) we didn't really expect him to physically be there with us in the tiny church of Finstock.* But there he was, holding his daughter's hand, declaring the Christmas market open, while Samantha pram-pushingly strolled along the stalls chatting to the locals (got to say she's a rather beautiful woman, much more in real life than the mag and newspaper pics show).
It was all so surreal and I would have loved to take pictures, but the 3 bulky bodyguards at the church entrance observed my camera with so much menace that I feared they'd tackle me to the floor as soon as I aimed at the prime-ministerial family; and how embarrassing would that be?!
I’m really sorry that this post is full of celeb chatter of my 10 minutes in the presence of the PM, but fashionwise my weekend in the Cotswolds has absolutely nothing to offer. The freezing cold makes me stick to cashmere sweaters and woolly trousers and – oh, the shame! – Ugg boots. From tomorrow on we'll only talk fashion; promised!
*Do you know how much I love English Christmas markets just for the fact that they are indoors? No shivering in the cold. So civilized!