A lack of spoons and plates

Dear Heart,
After Papa's pilgrimage yesterday, Gran Neath's birthday celebrations were a quietly domesticated affair. After finally buying a pair of smart-looking shorts, I was less than pleased to have Pippin crawl all over me in the van. [He later thrust his shaven head out of the open window, defying death to feel the breeze!]
I was quite proud of myself, of my conversation and behaviour. Progress was made with stern uncles over tea and lemon torte.
Love, Lydia x