Dad just dropped me off after a fairly good weekend at home. We got here just in time for my p.a, enabling me to have a much needed shave and shower, so now I smell of aftershave and am quite looking forward to the day ahead.

It was quite a good weekend: dad got back from a business trip to the states on Saturday at lunch, and Saturday afternoon was spent polishing off ‘Devil May care’, the new 007 novel by Faulks. He’s done a really good job in emulating Fleming’s style – not that I’m much of an expert – and the book was hard to put down between lunch and tea on Saturday. I must ask Chris Flackett about it, as he’s much more expert than I am on such things. Mind you, I needed to get it out of the way so I could get on with reading Mr. Barthes and Mr. Bazin.

Is it me, or is Barthes’ Pleasures Of The Text impenetrable gobledigook?

Sunday was cool. It was both father’s day and Mum’s birthday, so Luke came down with Yan (I hope that’s spelled right) and we went to watch the new Indiana Jones Film. I must say that, despite it being rather far fetched in places (tip of the day: when an atomic bomb is about to go off nearby, hide in the fridge) I think we all enjoyed it. There are genuinely touching moments in this film, and I left the auditorium feeling quite satisfied…until I fell over in the car park, which is another story.

After that, it was up the lane to the black swan for lunch, and a delicious piece of salmon and some very good wine. I don’t usually drink white wine, but the one we had with the meal yesterday was first rate, although I’ve forgotten it’s name. dad?

Thereafter, home, feeling quite content. Life is good.

Anyway, time to get on.