2 Brace yourselves, you’re getting a look at my next passport photo. If I tell you this is probably the best passport photo I’ve ever had, do feel for me. One isn’t allowed to smile nowadays, of course. But I’m convinced that I still don’t look so old and I know I don’t look so frightened as in the picture that was taken ten years ago.
I know. I’m not claiming to look good. But you’d not mess with me, right?
Anyway, the point is, I popped into the local photographer’s to make an appointment. “Oh, I think Phil could do it right now if you like?” I nearly ran for it. But I asked for a mirror and used a comb instead and the deed was done.
3 Equally good service was received at the local garage. Yesterday, I heard a knocking sound from the back of the car – no, no one was locked in the boot. So I toddled in, and Graham came for a turn round the block with me to listen for himself. He has a couple of ideas and doesn’t think it’s serious. But it’s a bit more today than it was yesterday, so I went in to book an appointment. They’re fitting it round my social life, darlings, can anyone be nicer?
4 This afternoon, we went to the memorial service of a lovely, lovely man. He was 93, it was more a time for loving memories than great shock and grief, though his wife and family must feel it sorely. But it was a fine service. Afterwards, we went back to the house for tea – there was a marquee on the lawn. Tea there was, but most people headed for the other table and picked up a glass of Pol Roger. I know. No pretension I assure you. It comes naturally to them. I’ve a feeling that the truly classy went for the tea, but I didn’t.
5 Picture of Augustus. So delightful, how soporific eating can be for a small child.