This morning I scanned the next six of Charle Keeping’s illustrations to ‘Dombey and Son’ – each one an example of the artist’s mastery of of mood in portraiture.
‘Mr Dombey, leading Mrs Dombey by the hand’
‘A stoical gentleman in a shaggy white greatcoat’
‘She sat down upon a heap of stones’
‘ ‘Let go, mother; let go’ ‘
‘She could not have taken a bird more tenderly and gently to her breast’ occupies a double page spread.
‘There was a throng in the state-rooms up-stairs’
Joined by G-Ma Elizabeth, Danni and Ella brought new baby Jack for lunch.
Our great-niece wanted to go straight into the library where her hamper of toys are kept. She was confused and delighted to find that they had already been brought into the sitting room ready for her
to unpack them all and tell Jackie all about them.
While feeding Jack on the sofa, Danni demonstrated multi-tasking by carrying on a conversation with her daughter who informed us that brother Jack couldn’t hold his head up yet.
Elizabeth took a turn at doing it for him;
while Danni moved closer to Ella who has not lost her pointing technique.
Jackie produced her usual lunch melange of cold meats, salads, and fresh crusty bread. Ella saw nothing awry with eating Tunnock’s teacakes and sausage rolls with alternating bites.
Jack, of course, had to flop this one out, which he did on his G-Ma’s lap.
We had given Jack a pack of nappies and a Boot’s voucher; Ella’s present was a set of Play-Doh which she put to use with Elizabeth.
A final feed, a comparison of noses, and one more story completed a very enjoyable afternoon.
Later, Danni sent me a photograph of Jack, sporting his penguin outfit, suggesting he might be suitable for Christmas dinner.
Speaking of dinner, tonight Jackie and I finished her wholesome winter stewp with fresh crusty bread and butter. She drank Hoegaarden and I finished the Malbec.