The Cream of Anglo-Tuscan Youth

The Tuscans dropped by for tea today, which was a brief pleasure. They brought their delightful boys with them, who played in the garden in that civilised way you expect of three well-mannered young gentlemen. Here's a picture of the garden soon after they departed on the long drive back to the Tuscan sunshine:

Brave Bogtrotters Banish Brussels

Idle intake of Guinness at lunch today was above wise levels. Subcontinent plutocrats unlikely to understand reason for slurring and carelessness this afternoon.

But all worth it.

Gowan, gowan, you little Oirish beauties!