Dot writes: I’ve gone away without Hugh and without Ken, and it feels very odd indeed. Nobody woke me at 5.30 (I woke spontaneously at 5, turned over determinedly, and eventually managed to doze until 6.48). Nobody wanted milk and cuddles in the dim light of dawn (I was offered champagne at breakfast but refused because of Sprout). There are lots of vulnerable small objects in unguarded cupboards and I am not worried. I miss my little darling, and my big beardy darling, but I am actually rather enjoying myself.
This is my sister’s bridesmaids’ weekend, for socializing and fitting dresses in advance of her wedding in May. I’d thought I was going to stay with her in Southampton, but in fact everyone has gathered at her future mother-in-law’s house in Ringwood. I am rather a shy person but I am enjoying the happy social atmosphere, and I very much like my matron-of-honour dress, which was fitted first thing this morning.