
Up betimes Saturday morning, and to Flitwick, there to collect our hired carriage. Then to Oxford town. We were due to take a light luncheon at the Turf tavern; but it was full of students in sub fusc, ordering a strange drink by the name of "eighteen large tequila slammers, please"; and the bar maids were so busy serving them that there was no food to be had. So we did go to the undercroft of St Mary the Virgin; where we did have a pleasant meal.
Then to Mansfield college, to witness the christening of Creatrix's best friend's baby. A pleasant service, conducted to the rites of the United Reformed Church; the friend's parents both being priests of this church. Then tea and champagne.
Then to Grantham town, there to join in the celebration of my cousin's wedding. Cousins from far and wide did attend, including one who had travelled from Seattle in the American Colonies that morning; and my two small nephews were there.
The next day, I did help my parents with their computing device; and we did see my grandparents. Then a luncheon - nay, a feast - of game casserole and blackberry and apple crumble; and I was tempted to eat too much. Then home; and so to bed.