Locked away with the Gnome in the middle of an arduous slogging day, when Anton called to say he had a son!
He was born this afternoon. Both mother and baby doing well. In the evening I saw some photos Anton had taken. Anna looked ecstatic despite it being taken only 15 minutes after the birth. She only needed gas and air and paracetamol.
The baby looked exceedlingly baby-like.
Much enjoyment late tonight at Anton's house with Anton, Brian, and Anne and Keith (Anton's parents) as today is the Queen's birthday. Anne and Brian are both ardent royalists, and prefer today to the baby's good socialist due date of May 1st. Anton asked me to buy all the papers for today. Tabloids full of the Queen's birthday of course.
Otherwise, after a frazzling day at work, I went to the Chelsea Art Fair on the Kings Road to meet Mum and Mase. Beginning to turn into a bit of a grump at these things, feeling impatient with the predictability of the work. Although I did fall in love with a fine Japanese etching. Irritated by one ancient and vermiform exhibitor explaining to Mum how we shouldn't be worried if we don't like anything, because it is good for us to learn about art.
After we went off to a restaurant called the Gaucho, near South Kensington.
We're not having much luck with our choices these days, as the place was so noisy with fifteen or so rowdy Spanish-speaking nursery nurses, of all things, that it was hard to hear yourself think above their cheery singing, clapping and noisy smoking. Bah.
He was born this afternoon. Both mother and baby doing well. In the evening I saw some photos Anton had taken. Anna looked ecstatic despite it being taken only 15 minutes after the birth. She only needed gas and air and paracetamol.
The baby looked exceedlingly baby-like.
Much enjoyment late tonight at Anton's house with Anton, Brian, and Anne and Keith (Anton's parents) as today is the Queen's birthday. Anne and Brian are both ardent royalists, and prefer today to the baby's good socialist due date of May 1st. Anton asked me to buy all the papers for today. Tabloids full of the Queen's birthday of course.
Otherwise, after a frazzling day at work, I went to the Chelsea Art Fair on the Kings Road to meet Mum and Mase. Beginning to turn into a bit of a grump at these things, feeling impatient with the predictability of the work. Although I did fall in love with a fine Japanese etching. Irritated by one ancient and vermiform exhibitor explaining to Mum how we shouldn't be worried if we don't like anything, because it is good for us to learn about art.
After we went off to a restaurant called the Gaucho, near South Kensington.
We're not having much luck with our choices these days, as the place was so noisy with fifteen or so rowdy Spanish-speaking nursery nurses, of all things, that it was hard to hear yourself think above their cheery singing, clapping and noisy smoking. Bah.
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