At my brother's house in Richmond on Saturday evening and much complaining about how serious the Blog has got. Hardly surprising when the Telegraph started serialising extracts from it over August I said, particularly the unkind suggestion it’s “Pooterish" (you have to be old to get the reference; I did the book for O levels)!
My nephew
Alexander was celebrating his birthday and imminent departure for a teaching
post in Sweden.
I recently spent a weekend in Lincoln, partly to visit
the tombs of my 18th and 19th great grandmothers (Joan Beaufort and Katherine
Swynford) in Lincoln Cathedral. The streets there still have a high proportion
of independent shops and I spent a happy few hours buying local cheeses and market
produce. But my top purchase was a Magee tweed jacket from the antique clothing
store. Much sought after I was told! And indeed family were so admiring of the
jacket on Saturday I bought another one that I spotted on the Herne Hill Sunday
street market. This was a Brook Taverner, apparently the bee’s knees in tweed
jackets. And as the weather was particularly autumnal today I wore it into the
office. Tweed highly suitable for windy weather I thought. And let's not forget
the Harris tweed flat cap that sets it all off; makes a change from a grey suit
surely though I'm not turning up at No 10 like this.
I even arrived
bearing gifts for staff who had battled in; grapes from my vine at the cottage
in Charlbury. Not exactly mammoth sized but highly tasty.
By the end of today I will have appointed my new Director
of Policy. Blog announcement expected
soon...
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