The Archbishop of Canterbury (head of the Anglican Church) brought his family to see Peter Pan at The Marlowe Theatre this afternoon. Afterwards, they met the cast and I was myself introduced. Quel honneur.
We drove the 195 miles here this morning, after a Christmas Day which has refreshed the spirit in both of us. As an innovation to our Christmas convention, we went out to eat: all of 20 yards from our front door to the front door of the village inn. We only learnt afterwards that Super Aromatic Wonder Sister had secretly arranged with the inn to buy us lunch. When I asked for the bill ("check" in American) our Australian waitress told us "It's free because you're good looking". This was an unintended variation on an expression of our Mother. When we were little and Mother came back from shopping with a new dress, or item of clothing, my Sister as Young Person would ask how much it cost. Mother's standard answer was: "It was free. They were giving them away to good looking people".
Toyah's digs don't have a telephone. The landlady has removed the telephone & disconnected the line - "people take advantage" - so I'm not sure quite how to e-mail these diary entries to Dan or to collect e-mail.
"We may understand our knowing, but we can't know our understanding."
