Saturday, June 29, 2002

Watty hums:

"Oh, it's such a perfect day / I'm glad I spent it with you..."

I've spent the day with the formerly spotty younger son. We went and played in Hyde Park, and had lunch in Kensington Gardens. There is no sensation finer than sprawling in the park, with an almost-two-year-old on your knee, allowing him to feed you Pringles while he talks nonsense to anyone passing by. Conor and I spend much less time together than I would like, so I'm overjoyed (and overtired) by today. Afterwards we trekked out to Heathrow and went: "Ooooh, planes!" a lot.


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