Sluggish start today but hooked up with Matty boy in East Croydon. Climbed aboard a tram from the station and headed off to Paul's son's first birthday. His son is a delightful boy. Only me and Matty there for some time. Good to see Paul and have a chat with him and see his boy, but the when it began the party didn't bring out the best in me. Found myself disliking people somewhat and when the Picasso-faced Morris dancers began to arrive the call of the seagull (heard by both me and Matty) grew urgent.

Back to Brighton and up the hill to see Anna and Anton and Baby Klauds. Was fed some belly of pork that was gorgeous, and generally enjoyed Anna teasing Anton.

Klauds said "Peter" for the first time.