Another Wet Day

Up town at lunchtime to meet JS. And have a Turmeric Latte. See these young people, the things they do. And as usual I picked up tips about what’s going down amongst the young things. The mid-fifties young things.
And then a meet up with the son in Starbucks in Shandwick Place to hear his latest. If he makes it through he’ll have a fine set of reminiscences and misadventures to craft into an autobiography at some point.
And I see Miss Sue Ellen has crafted the finest poison letter ever to send to that nice Mr Sunak. The starting pistol has been fired for the succession.