I’m sorry I didn’t show for Jonathan’s and Alice’s party at the fish and chip shop on the Thames.
I remember chips were a tanner when I was young, and for one and ten you got cod and chips.
As a teenager I could only afford chips and scraps.
Hey ho. Had I been with you I would have told you how on the Doncaster bypass, last Friday, I felt my bowels contract. and in the eight minutes it took to drive to the next service station I endured agony and hope in equal measure, extinguished in the last foot of the 10 yards it took to hobble from driver’s seat to the nearest lavatory male cubical.
Many of you will have experienced similar traumas, and understand that the cost of getting to Jonathan and Alice’s engagement party, as important as it is, is for some, prohibitive. But no, I joke, for that was Friday, and many sheets of toilet rolls rotated before Sunday afternoon on the Thames.
Saturday comprised of a glorious visit to the Churchill home at Chartwell, Kent.
You may know that the Churchill family motto is Desdichado (Faithful though Disinherited)
It’s important to be faithful of course. But to what?
I hope to liberté, égalité, fraternité
I have inscribed on my wedding ring a similar motto – love, loyalty friendship.
May that be an inscription that Alice and Jonathan have inscribed on their hearts for each other.