The summer has not actually showed up yet. I’m not sure if it will, but there's a few weeks to go, so I'll reserve judgement. I moaned about it already, on Instagram, but I'm still going to here.

The sweet peas have been extremely reticent to flower, and the roses have refused to turn out at all. Well, except for a couple of blooms on the Princess Anne, but you'd expect that from her.

It did turn out to be a pleasant enough evening in the end, but there's been an underlying chill that never quite goes away, even when the sun comes out. I don't know.

I have a few days to myself this weekend. The boy is away to a music festival and is staying in town.

Whatever will I get up to?

I’ll report back.