By Peter Rosengard, June 17, 2015
On Tuesday afternoon, I went for my annual Harley Street medical check up. I took a very small lift to the fourth floor, face to face with a very large lady in a very large hat with fruit on it: I was tempted to eat a banana. "I'm on my way to the Buckingham Palace Garden Party," she said.
"I think you might have taken a wrong turning." I said.