Sunday day was absolutely lovely. Sunday evening we all seemed to get a bit damaged. And while I was inside in the evening singing and stuff (there are two versions to this story, and I try to report it non-confrontationally) my son-in-law had a conversation with my girlfriend about whether I was - er - a little too old for her, horizontally speaking, and got a VERY detailed report setting out why not. My daughter has been looking at me suspiciously ever since.

Then my tribe sent back to my house at about midnight and my girlfriend to the campsite with her morris side. Out came the red wine and cheese, followed by my vinyl collection. Daughter crashed out at about 1:30. I crashed out at about 2:30 and heard not a thing thereafter although I gather that my 200 watt (RMS) hifi system was full bore with the old vinyl immediately below my bedroom until about 5 am, and loudly audible at the end of the 100 foot garden.

A few damaged people this morning for the pigmeats!