Margaret's recovering well in hospital, apparently the riots in Brussels over the past few days held some clues to her disappearance, but not much. Wilf and her parents are trying to determine more, but are seemingly blocked by officials at every step of the way. Some may suggest a conspiracy theory, but I like to keep an open mind.
As for me, well, with Sebastian attending nursery today I decided to visit the Museum of Brands in Notting Hill with my friend Alyce. I'm not sure if you've been, but it's a wonderful place which showcases the history of brands in the 19th, 20th and 21st century. We spent a couple of happy hours reminicising about the sheer amount of convienience food I must have eaten during my childhood, small wonder I'm plus sized!
We spent the afternoon in the pub (hic!) We had absolutely oodles to catch up on, as Alyce is a fellow alumi of medieval history at London University. I can't imagine how we stopped ourselves laughing at William 'the Clito', son of the mighty conqueror, but we did. Still, any class of degree from such a prestigious insitution is fine in my book and although Alyce's first secured her a place in a top law firm, I'm not jealous.
Picked up Seb, returned home. There's no Roger tonight as he's out 'entertaining clients'. I wonder how late he'll be? It's just as well I'm on leave this week or my eye bags couldn't take the strain.
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