Pippa wasn't for posing. Gill is still coming to terms with the prospect of a houseful of Donkins in a couple of weeks. "We'll come to you," said my brother, beating me to the draw when I called him.

The male line seems to be doing well. Richard, Philip, Matthew, John, Rob, George, Noah and Ned will all be in attendance, including respective wags and three dogs (two of them pups), so more wags, plus three-year-old Rosie. Rosie is a Donkin too. Is she!

Given that provoking an argument seems to be an inherited family trait, it should be interesting. I've asked people to come for around 11.07 am. Why does it always have to be on the hour or half-hour? What's wrong with all the other minutes in between?

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