Sevenoaks

To Sevenoaks by motor car. Lady B. was as well as can be expected, popping the Parkinsons Pills like nobody’s business to stave off the old hippy hippy. Mid-morning, she perked up suddenly like a young man refreshed by a bathroom application of Peruvian Nose Talc, and thus emboldened, we four ventured into Sevenoaks (again by motor car) and partook of a Pizza Express luncheon (Little P’s favourite establishment). Afterwards, we shopped in WS Smith (still the same)! and new and groovy and expensive Marks and Spencer food hall, dumped Lady B at Chevening and then hightailed back to the coast.

I am drained by the driving now.