Monday 16 May 1994
I needn't have worried about Danielle missing out on recognition for her birthday.
The kids were quiet as mice today...and torpid as toffee. In the circle they started talking about Danielle's party. It seemed to last most of the weekend. My god. No expenses spared.
At first I thought, spoilt brat. Then I was jealous. Then I thought, OK. So her parents are rich. So what?