Monday

Some kind of awful fiery hell out there - by 6am I'd decided I wanted to give today a miss. The grass on the big double field is now so long it hides all sorts of terrors... foxes, other dogs, people sleeping and small tents.... Alfie Greyhund has been behaving very badly. At least it's ideal weather for washing and drying.

My ear infection is back - it's gravitated to my scalp, which is now numb, except one sore spot on the top of my head. Seems to be back ever 6 months. Not bad enough for my evil doctor - but bloody annoying. I'm pretty sure the gap between two of my front teeth is getting bigger, I'll try and dig out some old pictures to check.

Nothing interesting on the news except some stuff about how we are all facing pension misery, I have a bad feeling that the younger generation might decide that my generation is a luxury too far and start putting cyanide in our milky drinks.

I have too much to do this week.... I really wish it was a bank holiday.