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Following an overwhelming barrage of complaints about LLFF's infrequency of late (two people), I am succumbing to the pressure and am finally facing up to the task. Since I last wrote, I have: watched the Hackney Colliery Band jam at The Forge in Camden (band: recommended, venue: not so much); played drunk pool at a Muslim snooker hall (a lot funnier for us than the other people in the room); taken the train to Swindon (quiet carriage not quiet); played with ten Labrador puppies (ecstatic) and three small children (favourite bit: when you're watching telly and they all gradually come over and climb on you. Worst bit: fluorescent snot); laughed at Nicole describing a family as "really nice... They've got an Aga" (I love her really); gone swimming (juvenile snot a particular issue here); been rendered speechless by country folk's quasi-fascist views on immigration and the benefits system that emerge when they are inebriated (shocking); taken photos (talented); slept an unattractive amount (delicious); taken the train back to London (quiet carriage quiet but took wrong train and almost had to pay £48 for new ticket - used feminine wiles and negotiated it down to £27.50 and then, somehow, to £11. Simultaneously smug and ashamed of efficacy of feminine wiles); watched somewhere approaching eight hours of Cowell-judged programming (American Idol final, American Idol results night, Britain's Got Talent from Saturday, Britain's Got Talent semi final on Monday, Britain's Got Talent results show from Monday); went to work (nonplussed); went to choir practice (stimulating); read with horror about Cumbrian mass shooting (scary); went to dinner in Holborn (too much wine too early); went to ukulele jam (repetitive songs but worth it for lovely people) and went to book club (feisty and delicious).

Now I am counting the hours until the weekend and wondering how early I can sneak off today to try and make the most of this glorious sunshine before autumn sets in. Bo.