Our first day back was spent contemplating war wounds. Oliver got bitten by a bug and got fat hand (not at all him being a wuss, it was a GIANT bug…)
I had bite marks from Filippa on the inside of my thigh. She called them tokens of love. I wonder.
We played scarbble in the pub when we finally managed to crawl out of bed.
Then we saw Lawless at Somerset House. It rained, we had bin bags. Really nice evening.
Letters to my family 