This morning I had to venture forth early and skip my traditional morning at the Front Room. At a new indeterminate cafe I was tormented by conversation wafting from a nearby table.
What should we call the hipster version of Ladies Who Lunch? This subgenre is mercifully absent from Cambridge life….
Then it was time to accompany my elder child to University Open Day with 1.2 million teenagers, genus Wistful and Artistic.
This offspring was nonplussed by potential peers lounging in the hallways, but I pointed out that you should never judge a school by the ambivalence or ambition of the haircuts.
I certainly never would have finished university if I had been paying attention to such things.