Royal babies look like other babies
This evening, I found the “first official portrait of Prince Louis”. After a moment’s pause, while I tried to suss out who this might be, a conclusion: royal babies look just like other babies.
And yes, I missed the wedding (of his uncle to his new aunt). Except for one tiny detail. When the newlyweds drove away from the Big House, their car was a sports car, converted to electrical power, and fitted with left-hand drive. Now isn’t that special.
Had a get-together with a couple of friends of long term standing (translates as an old fart reunion). We decided that the line of succession to the throne will probably be altered in the next few years, either by death or retirement of one of the principles involved. Hang in there, new baby Louis. You may get your chance.
I’m through my fourth iteration of reheat-piz. Those hard crusts don’t get better with age. This might be what keeps a local restaurant supplied with steady customers. If the frozen food section serves up such featureless fare, even the most parsimonious among us will eventually loosen the purse strings. I wonder if they deliver, this close to “land’s end”.
In the outside world… I have no idea. Never left the property, today, or yesterday. Almost anything could have happened. Here, at least, there were no episodes of earthquake, or volcano eruption, or flash flood/freeze. Yes, I do know the difference: I once witnessed a parking lot that had a flash freeze following a flash flood (car hit a hydrant, in mid winter).
