Let me update you..

I really like August so far.

The weather hasn’t been very Summery, which is good as the heat tends to bring me out in a rash, and tends to bring out hordes of tourists. This way it’s cool enough to bike about and see places without sweating yourself to death and without having 900 day-trippers in your way armed with cameras.

Philippa and I have been quite coy with each other, but she has suggested we go out again soon. I said yes, as long as it’s fun and doesn’t involve sitting in a stiff shirt eating pretentious food. I think we’re going ten-pin bowling next weekend.

It looks like I won’t be attending my local doctors surgery anymore. The loathsome locum Dr Sinclair is staying on longer and as I haven’t seen fit to apologise to him, I may have to find another GP.

Ted and I are trying our hands at boules later. He picked up a set at an auction for a couple of quid and I’ve managed to print off the rules from the internet. Beryl has promised to prepare French-style snacks to help get us in the mood. I’m not entirely sure what ‘French-style snacks’ will contain. Lots of brie and garlic, I assume.

As promised, I’ve been doing a bit of research into my ancestors. So far I’ve found out that my great-great-uncle was sentenced to hard labour, that my maternal great-grandfather is not the man in the photo I have in an album, and that I may or may not be related by marriage to Nazi war criminal Martin Bormann. I’ve decided not to dig any deeper.

RC 8-8-10