Entry 88

Cultural event

He congratulated us like we'd just announced courtship or somethin. Alexander blushed furiously. I probably did too.

Once he'd pulled all the details out of us, so much for decorum, we did in fact go into London. We saw that American musical, Hamilton. Not exactly a flattering look at one of my ancestors, but it was a spectacular show.

Yesterday began great. We went to breakfast at the small bistro down the street. All was going well until Alex mad a run to the toilet. Milton asked if I'd picked a new hoppy yet. I must have given him a very confused look because he elaborated that now that my diving career -- hardly a career -- was done, if I knew what I'd do know to occupy my time. I told him I had no intention of stopping diving. Milton reached over and ruffled my hair, feeling for the very small surgical scare, he flet the need to remind me that I'd nearly been killed. In a matter of moments we were in the heat of a dreadful row. before Alex got back from the toilet, Milton stormed out, shouting "You're the senior, you're happy to get this."

Alex could tell the row had upset me so he stayed last night with me. I quite appreciated it.

Today I spent most of the day with Gran before an hour of occupational therapy at Windsor.

Then when I got back, I did some of my post and wrote to Milton.