It was all lovely and summery this afternoon. Sheets snapping on the line weather. So we went out for hours and hours and variously basked, baked and savoured.
We wandered round bits of the city we’ve never seen before, saw Polish men in shell suits, found Mrs Pettigrew’s dream house, and stalked a woman with a pushchair to see where she was going.
We ended up in Castle Park until I got sick of all the students milling about. I’d forgotten how much I loathe them.
It’s been a jolly fine day.
So what’s this Mrs Pettigrew’s dream house…?
It was a student house, I would guess. It looked like they were having a 1930s party. There were girls milling outside looking divine, darling, with cigarette holders and fur coats. It all looked terribly art deco.