Still bright and sunny in Stratford, and the streets are again choked with out-of-town cars that leave us townies with nowhere to park. That’s a Good Thing; it means the theatre season is going well and the restaurants are doing land-office business.

My face is back to its normal colour and almost back to its normal shape — I’m still a bit jowly, but not offensively so. The last antibiotic dose went down the hatch at lunchtime.

At the Y yesterday, an habitué of the locker room pointed out that my bathing suit is now obviously too big. Unfortunately, this is a terrible time of the year to shop for swimwear!