Royal Ascot. Twice. In two days. What am I like? Was feeling so decadent about accepting two different invitations one after the other, that I went and booked out holiday for the two days (something that would never have occurred to me in less credit crunched times).
Actually, they could not have been more different experiences, albeit that they were both in the same place and glorious.
And it meant I got my money's worth out of the hat hastily purchased from TK Maxx on Saturday which, although far too small for my huge bonce (let alone the ever wilder hair), did the job OK.
For the Tuesday I had bought a ticket for what I can only describe as a hen party for lady regeneration practitioners of a certain age. I wasn't quite the youngest there, but you get the drift.
It was organised by the brilliant and formidable Pamela Mansi, a community leader at Kings Cross who does a lot of good work with the boyos up there - notably the sainted Stephen Jordan at LCR and his partner in crime, Roger Madelin at Argent.