The second in the series, and I’m rather enjoying them. Kev lent the third to Steve though, and now no-one knows where it is, so I may have to wait. Plenty of other books to be getting on with in the meantime. I’ve had to start doubling up on the ‘Books Inward’ Bookshelf of unread books that’s outside the bathroom, although there’s some stuff that’s been there for years like Robert Caro’s biography of LBJ in his Congress years and Christopher Hibbert’s biog of Wellington that may never be read. Libby can walk holding just one hand at the moment, and we spent yesterday wandering around Windsor with her making a bee-line for every dog or thing that she can post through a hole in another thing. Everything in Lib’s world seems to be divided into things that can be posted, things into which one can post things, and other stuff, with the third category resulting in a total lack of interest from Elizabeth.
Helen, Freddie and Lib went on an open-top bus tour of Windsor while I was running, and Freddie got very excited when they went over Albert Bridge, as he knew it from one of his lullabies, The Pogues’ ‘Misty Morning Albert Bridge’. Not the same bridge unfortunately, and he mystified Helen with his comment, but it’s nice to know he listens to the lullabies I sing. . .
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