What a fabulous day again. If summer was always like this, there'd be no need to go abroad for holidays. (Well except for the ideas of broadening the mind, learning from other people, eating new types of food, drinking without paying tax to Gordon Brown, seeing exotic sites, and so forth).

The office in Worcester has been busy as usual. Esteemed Client is trying to type with one hand, the other having been sprained in a gardening incident at the weekend.

[File under: Diary]