This is a rare picture of my uncle Reg, between two Dorothys. His wife has the handbag; the other one is his younger sister. No idea when or where it was taken (I would guess the 70s), but it comes from the collection of another uncle, the even younger Paul.

Summer arrived completely today – very warm and sunny. Dot and I went to Park Farm for lunch, and called in on her aunt Ethel on the way, to show her some pictures of the celebration meal and thank her for her gift. Afterwards I went to the chiropractor, and we then retrieved a package from the Post Office for £1.18, which turned out to be an Open Studios catalogue, which I already had, and an invitation to a private view for Martin Mitchell, which was six days ago. So, a total waste of £1.18, not to mention the petrol.

Today is also local election day. There is absolutely no-one I want to vote for. All the parties seem to have turned themselves into branch offices of Greenpeace, and the Lib Dems cunningly arranged things so that we couldn’t get out of our road this morning – pretending as usual to be very informative about what was happening, but not actually wanting to tell us anything.