We are currently sitting in the middle of a power cut with the promise that it might come back on around 8 o’clock tonight.

I am not holding my breath but OH is hoping it might be working in time for the fitbaa’ (football).

I would like it to come on so I can get on with my diaries (now at mid July 1953 and can see the home straight – only another 8 years to go then).

To write this, my phone is on one bar signal while my laptop has a rapidly dwindling battery, so I will keep it brief.

Never mind, it’s been a glorious day – the sun has finally arrived, along with our visitors and the disasterous cake was actually not as bad as I thought it was going to be.  Everyone ate it and everyone is still alive so win, win.