Well, it’s the night of that most English of occurrences, The Last Night of the Proms. And we’re sitting in Don’s dining room, watching the telly. And in between the lightening, the thunder and the shots of a sea of umbrellas in Hyde Park we’re left feeling somewhat glad we stayed home.
On the other hand, the weather in Glasgow looks lovely. So much for England’s mountains green. Bloody propaganda…
Tomorrow we’re off into town with two missions in mind – buy Polly some shoes and go to the curry festival. It goes without saying there’s little consensus on which is the more important.
But at least today I’ve done something worthwhile, which is more than we can say for the English cricket team.
