We spent today in London for William’s baptism – more of that in the next day or so.
Chantal had a traumatic experience while travelling on the Victoria Underground line. The carriage was busy, and she was standing with me at the end of the carriage, minding her own business, when something unexpected happened. Another lady stood up and offered her seat to Chantal. In London folk rarely give up their seat, up if they do, it is to pregnant women and the elderly. Chantal isn’t pregnant…..
It was a very kind and thoughtful gesture, and Chantal graciously declined the offer (we were only on the train for a few more minutes), but there were mutterings about how she must be looking just a little mature these days.
Technically we live in Oaktree House, but sadly the tree had to go.
We now have a thriving Oakstump at the front of the house.
