That precious little premature infant I coddled and carried for years is now… five foot eleven! He has started to tousle my hair and call me Baby!
Oh, the horror – it won’t be long now before he is fully grown and launched, and then what will I do? I’ve been a mother as long as I have been an adult. I’m not equipped with other factory settings.
Speaking of, his sister came to visit, dragging her boyfriend along to enjoy the hospitality of this spacious (and rather surreal) cottage. There is plenty of space- six bedrooms – and the place gradually filled.
Alessandro is considering a move from NYC to the UK and is crashing in my London studio, but he popped over to say hello. Angela, Bjorn, and baby Tor (originally known via Sweden) arrived from Bath.
It was all rather jolly; I can see the benefits of possessing a house, if I could keep it full of friends and family.
In the midst of the festivities I convinced a coterie to come along on an adventure…. the Steam Rally at Didcot!
