1. "I think we should go out," says Nick. It has been raining for the last 48 hours, and we're all feeling a bit cooped up. "Come on." So we go with Alec in the pushchair under the rain bubble. He is not impressed, but cheers up a lot when we sneak on to the station platform and watch some trains coming in and going out.
2. The rain quiet park -- just two hooded gardeners weeding the roses, and us.
3. We wash up in the new cafe on the High Street (it's in the church, and it's called Manna). They are very kind to our drippy persons, and the tea and cakes are cheap and delicious. Nick and I take it in turns to follow Alec up the stairs and carry him down again: he likes this arrangement very much. I can't help contrast his life with the lives of the street children recorded on the notice boards though, and the photographs of boys paddling in a rubbish-filled stream.
PS: Here's another link to the Grayson Perry documentary. I get about two minutes in total, and there's a lovely shot of Alec dozing in the artist's arms. It's also available on iTunes -- but I don't know how to make a link to that.
