Saturday, June 22 2001
We have a long walk back to the Baker Street tube stop. All is friendly. The station is exceptionally cool, well over one hundred years old, exotic and evocative, and yet easily incorporated into our now broader range of experience. On the tube Claire and Spence are with me. They arrest a nice group of women who are out for the day. They turn to see Sarah and Matt. “Are these yours too?” I nod. “So are those other two at the end of the car.” They are amazed. “How can you manage? Let me see the mother!” True enough—this unwieldy bunch has not only survived, but it has prospered. Wonderful!