On Wednesday we went and fed the ducks in Hyde Park, pushing Scarlett in the stroller my brother and his wife gave us. It was the best kind of day - cold enough to be bundled up cosily but sunny enough to be warm on our faces and for us to wear our sunglasses. We went to the statue of Peter Pan and the Princess Diana Memorial Fountain, and back along the Serpentine, and had the same boring conversation we always have: "How lucky we are to live here!" "How lucky we are to have Scarlett!" We are in complete accord on both those things. We feel very very blessed.
The theme of this week has mostly been - 'I can't believe how big she is!' My mother came back from Ireland this week with a really classy French baby outfit, which SAID it was for a six-month old. But that cannot be right, because Scarlett will be fitting into it fairly soon. She's getting long, and very chubby.
