As Ros was on her way to introduce Kirsty, a monkey was thrust into her hands, a raffle prize from an event we had been forced to leave before the draw could be made. Whilst it was cute, we weren't certain what we could do with it. However, we were headed for North London, so I put it somewhere safe for the journey.
The train to York was the usual bus on rails, and crowded to boot. At York, we transferred to an absolutely packed National Express service, where our reserved seats were even more highly prized. Our table was shared with a couple and their five-month old daughter, Jodie. Jodie was cute, as advertised by her bib, and the journey was passed with the occasional gurgle.
And then it hit me, there was someone who would appreciate the monkey more than we would. So we gave it to Jodie. I wonder if she'll ever know that a baroness gave her a monkey?...
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