Saturday is fast fading in my memory, but it was notable for the following exchange on Frith Street, Soho:

Rhodri: [feeling his top left jacket pocket] Oh god! I've lost my wallet!
Anthony: Rhodri, you've put your jacket on inside out.
Rhodri: So I have.

On Sunday Jenny and I went for lunch at her mum's. Her great uncle Tom was also invited, but as it got to 1.15pm and then 1.25pm, the normally punctual chap from Merthyr Tydfil was nowhere to be seen. “Maybe he's just forgotten,” said Jenny. It was a possibility, but the other possibility was that there was something wrong. So Sunday lunchtime was spent driving down to Temple Fortune (that's not a euphemism, it's a place near Golders Green) with the nagging irritation in the back of our minds that our Sunday lunch was about to be inconveniently postponed or even cancelled by the discovery of a dead relative. Fortunately he'd just gone out for a walk, so we eventually tucked in to tuna steaks at 2.15pm. Relief.

There were 2 bags of new potatoes left over, so I went to the Free French rehearsal in the evening with 2 bags of new potatoes, and at the end I held a raffle. Cath won the potatoes. We were brushing up for the next gig a week on Saturday, where we'll be playing the new album in its entirety. At the moment certain tracks from said album are being remixed by Simon Thornton, and he's doing such a good job that it's almost proving problematic. You can't have an album equally split between diamonds and turds. Although I suppose you could, and you could call it “Diamonds And Turds”. It would make a great image for the cover. And I could sling in a Prince cover version as a bonus track -

If I gave u diamonds and turds
Would u be a happy boy or a girl

To which the answer would probably be “Well, I suppose that would depend on the balance between the diamonds and the turds, Rhodri.”

I'm considering retraining as a plumber.