Youth points the way.

Mr H. Growing up apace. Lovely lad. Made friends with the cats, particularly Dylan who got several kisses. We read a gruffallo book and turned the coffee table upside down and made it into a boat. And he painted us a lovely picture. Use of colour was just like that of Pierre Bonnard.

In the afternoon the Bears came over for tea and before you knew it we had drunk two bottles of wine and it was seven o’clock. Lots of tales of how to hack it in the Wild West of England and discussions about quality of later life.

Been a very sociable weekend. Boy am I tired now.