The inestimable Mrs Churchill

This last weekend saw a family christening. His cousin Amanda's second child, and first son, to be precise named Zachary.

Foolishly he chose to rely on the RAC website for directions which, as he discovered, works on the basis that whenever one is turning off a roundabout one is turning left. When one is in the more general sense actually turning left this can, and did, cause confusion.

Fortunately despite his travails he made it on time. Whilst waiting for the other child to arrive (15 minutes late, it may be fashionable to be late for weddings but we feel christenings are a step too far) he observed that, as the other child was called Alfie, it was the A to Z of christenings. The snake in the grass that was the vicar promptly leapt on this line and sought to use it in the service without attribution. Much to the vicar's chagrin his sense of comic timing rather ruined the line in any event.

After the service he shot off to get to Hampstead to have lunch with Pofydd, Christine and Chris, Dogs, TCO and most importantly Mr and Mrs Churchill who are visitng from DC.

Again the RAC let him down this time directing him to turn right into a road that cannot be turned right into and he was a good hour late on this occasion.

A splendid luncheon (at the same place as he had supper with Katie Melua, passim) was had and much catching up engaged in. Afterwards the party withdrew to Christine's pad for coffee when our idiot managed to get TCO's name wrong in the most appalling manner. His effusive apologies just about made up for his faux pas.

The usual splendid weekend in other words.