Half eight, I'm knackered. Just about to get in the bath. Today has been uneventful. However, in one astonishing turn of events, Brian had four sausages this evening, instead of three. CNN will be ringing for verification and official statements any second. And getting me out of the bath for them no doubt.

Brian and I have decided to enrol in a Spanish for beginners course, which will start on September 19th. This is part of planning for our intended move to the Islas Canarias. Adult education classes are fantastic. Myself excepted, (naturally) the students tend to be people straight out of Alan Bennett's imagination, and the 'people watching'/'behaviour observing' can be more absorbing than the actual lessons. I have previously taken evening courses in badminton, in advanced level English and in advanced level German. One of my best friends from the five years spent learning German was sentenced to five years in prison for corporate fraud. Such excitement. If our Spanish tutor is anything less than Charles Manson with a paella fetish, I shall be most disappointed.