Very nice Sunday. Got up early with the sun streaming into my bedroom. Pottered about drinking coffee tidying things for a while. Decided to write, but the coffee made me too antsy so I lurked in my front garden deadheading roses and sawing at a buddleia bush which had grown from nothing in a few weeks.

Kate, who'd been catching up with friends in Brighton this weekend, called around and we went out for a walk. Saw some doors into vaults in a graveyard which I'd not noticed before. Then down to the seafront in the sun. Katie excellent company as ever. Generally put the world to rights, and this having been done, fell on a large Sunday roast of beef, Yorkshire pudding and nine vegetables in the courtyard garden of The Black Lion.

Kate back to London, then phone conversations with Mase, Mum and MJ. Anton and Baby Klauds called around. She is now walking about all over the place, scattering raisins and conducting the business of being adorable.

Popped out late with Anton to The Eddy for the last shreds of the weekend. He said that he was going to note major events, timings, sports winners, so that should he get transported back in time he would be able to capitalise. Strange man.