Henry

We called in to see two of the children on our way down to the ferry today, and picked Henry up from school. He refused to pose nicely for Granny in his school uniform, preferring to beat up a defenceless cushion and then swing his foam sword around, but he seemed pleased to see his Papi. Meanwhile his sister burst into tears when she saw me, and would only speak to Papi.
We caught the Portsmouth St Malo ferry, and went to the bar.