Rain drops

Baby and I had a lovely day. We caught the train to Tonbridge with a plan of walking around the castle but it rained and rained and rained. We took shelter in a café and baby made friends with an elderly lady predicted that Bluebell will have unruly curly hair (not a great leap looking at mine after a walk in the rain) based on her hypothesis that babies who get their hair early have straight hair and those that get it later have curly hair. Time will tell.