Anthropomorphic

The parents of a god daughter came round for a drink a few evenings ago bearing gifts and with three dogs; Bertie was thrilled.

Baily’s Cream

The Times this morning has a picture of the Holcombe Hunt in Lancashire. Not to be outdone BB roving reporter, Angela C-C, took this picture; better composed than the one in The Times and reminiscent of a Munnings.

Come into My Pond, Mr Bond

  I have no doubt children believe in James Bond as well as Father Christmas and who can blame them when the head of MI6 referenced Bond and Q in a recent speech.

Picking Plums

You are seeing the choir of the Chapel Royal, Hampton Court Palace, at home.

Boris is Daz

R: “How are you feeling?” Me: “A bit ropey”. We had this exchange over the breakfast table for the last two mornings. I’d had two lunches.

The Servant

There are so many niceties if you move in royal circles. The Duke of York has “stepped back”; Michael Fawcett has “stepped down”. It sounds as if they are Scottish dancing at Balmoral.