Coming down from the hill
Two reasons for coming down from the hill this week. The first was the most flying of visits to Oxford and London. Weeks ago Ian had suggested we see the production of Timon of Athens at the National Theatre . We could drive down to Oxford on Tuesday, stay with daughter and son in law and see grandson on Tuesday night, get the Oxford Tube (a coach service) into London in the morning, have lunch, see the play, get the Tube back again and drive home, achieving the whole thing while only being away from home and father in law for a single night. The arrangements were put in place for father in law care and off we went. I am struggling a bit with living so far away from various parts of my family at the moment so seeing my daughter and her family was both lovely and oddly hard, yet I am amazed and delighted at how firmly Joseph has bonded to me, following me around talking nineteen to the dozen and insisting that Grandma does his bath. I should take that as...