Grand weekend, thanks to the execution of The Plan:

• Sit in garden
  
• in sunshine
  
• reading Catch-22
  

To great success. Granted, I didn't finish the book, and I did start some marking (not something I usually partake in, but I'm doing it as a favour).

But then the housemate was back and suggested we go up and visit the Wildman's new allotment site. We watched him being introduced to it by a strapping no-nonsense lady with a ponytail, and then we stood and looked slightly overwhelmed at it. Then we went back to the house and drank white wine on the patio. Very civilised.

Slightly prosaic entry today, but more to come when I've settled a certain issue of technical synchronicity...