We had a great day yesterday. We went for lunch to a friend's house, and older lady from the church. Her house is very cute: it's on a tiny little lane right next to an old church and Peterhouse (the oldest college in Cambridge). She ushered us up to her little sitting room where Luci, a friend of mine who boards with her, entertained us for a few minutes while she finished up the lunch preparations. She is the most proper little lady and had lived a fascinating life. Just to hear her stories!
After lunch she took us to see Peterhouse, which was charming. We met one of her friends there who turned out to be an excellent tour guide. There are so many unique, fascinating people here in this town--"a disproportionate number," as my mom would say.

I never thought I'd hear a three year old say "that's a good point", but I did this morning. Ashley was agreeing with a point I had unconsciously made while I was baking with her, something about stirring or something... I thought it was pretty funny, even though it doesn't sound as funny when I write it. Hmmm.