Comfort reading at
Duesseldorf Airport, and then a very of-the-moment meld of dark ages history
and travels through the british landscape. V aspirational, we all want to be
Max Adams as he travels leisurely through the islands with no day job, having
serendipitous encounters with local experts, or seals, or undiscovered Iron Age
Barrows. I'm completely, utterly jealous of his life ;-)
Bibs is being
absolutely charming at the moment. He fetches my slippers when I get through
the door, gets Helen a cup for her tea and is just generally lovely and so easy
to make laugh. The long campaign to rename him Billy is still bumping along:
Libby has pledged her preference for 'Billy', but has yet to use it, and Fred
doesn't like it. It does sound odd on him, to be fair: 'Bibs' has become fixed
in my mind for him.
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