Sat, Jul 18th

Woke up this morning and sent my son Paul a message on Facebook to wish him a happy birthday. I'd already got a card off to him earlier in the week. It's hard to believe that is has been 28 years since I walked through the arches of Smithfield meat market in the early hours of that Saturday morning shortly after he had been born knowing that his mother had named him after me.

The rest of today was a complete rush. I ran up to Tesco to do the weekly shopping on my own while Dawn did some chores at the house. Then we dropped into town to pick up my prescription before we caught the train from Hertford North to Finsbury Park. We stopped off an Nandos for a bite to eat before calling in to see Dad for a couple of hours. He's doing well. Over the next week or two he hopes to have his second cataract operation.

Back home we chilled out watching the film Front of the Class.