Dinner at the Salty Dog this evening means I’ll miss seeing my ‘Aunt’ Doris who is over from Canada (she’s a school friend of my Mum, that kind of Aunt).

Stag Day on 16th October means I’ll be hungover on my birthday (it’s a “clay pigeon, quad biking, paintballing day, beers and lapdances at night” kinda day).

Wedding on November 5th means I’ll miss the fireworks (but I wouldn’t miss it for the world and besides, Louise is chief bridesmaid).

Sometimes being too popular IS a good thing.

And I’ve just realised I’ve left my camera at home, just as well my replacement mobile has turned up.