Or, ‘Lots of photos of Arlo staring at things from his buggy’.
Arlo and I took the train into Crystal Palace to watch the torch relay. I thought we’d missed the bit in the park, but we arrived just in the nick of time. There were a few pauses whilst the torch was taken around the running track in the stadium, and then for the crew to have a drinks break, so we had time to get into position further up the path for a second and third viewing of the torch procession. Lucky Arlo.
First sight of the torch, unlit. Anti-climax.
As the torchbearer was passing, I turned around to see Arlo giving him a hearty round of applause along with the rest of the crowd – clearly he had no idea what he was clapping for, but full marks for enthusiasm.
Oh, and yes, Sam cut Arlo’s hair at the weekend while I was out. His exact words on the phone to me were “I’ve had a few drinks and cut Arlo’s hair”. He seems to have given him a bit of a trendy short-on-the-sides-long-on-the-top cut, and he now looks four years old.