The new football fixtures arrive, a day early. I put them in the diary but don’t really study them. It all seems eons away.
The 'lucky' thousands head off to Glastonbury although L does point out how horrible is looks. She says she’s glad we're not there. I does look terribly muddy, I think we got lucky last year.
Tonight it's Dog training and then a pint in the Masons later which isn’t dark, of course.
(Wednesday 22nd June)