As I peered out from under the covers, I noticed it was just gone 7.30am. I had been woken by a knock at the door. I let the parents get it, and quickly went back to sleep. I won't let this kind of nonsense disturb a perfectly good lie in.

Turns out that it was the postman, and that the parcel he was brandishing was a delivery for me. At 7.30 the thought had crossed my mind that it could be personal, but I wasn't awake enough to appreciate what the contents could have been, and with no hard and fast incentive, I left it to chance and dropped off again.

Three hours later and the parcel contained a brief, a CD and a draft brochure. More than enough to keep me busy for a while. It's for a company called Tours4, and they need some promotional literature doing. I like straight forward projects like this and made a start this morning.

However, there were other things to be done too and so after having a quick play around with some ideas for it, The Mother and I went out for a drive, some lunch, some shopping and another drive back. For a while I let Mother go off and pick up the food while I waited in Staples as I needed to pick up a new portfolio case, some spray mount and some markers. Unfortunately Mother must have got rather carried away with the whole affair, as by the time she turned up I had been able to carry out a pretty in-depth analysis of every product in the store. Although Staples can at times be an interesting place (until you find the thing you want), after forty five minutes it has lost all sense of appeal.

Upon arriving back I did some more paid stuff, and the parents left me to sort out my own diner as they were off to the Cutler's for cocktails and canapes before the annual Captain's Dinner down at the golf club. Once again, good weather prevails and I sat outside to eat. It was at this point in time something struck me. It's early/mid July. At this time of year it is nice to sit outside to eat, except for one thing, and that is the scurge that is wasps. However I haven't seen a single wasp this year. Not that I'm complaining, this is fantastic. Hopefully they have found that Antarctica is more 'their thing' this time of year and decide to expatriate themselves permanently.

Arrangements have been made for (great) Uncle Stanley and (great) Auntie Judy to visit. This is a very rare occurrence (the last time I can remember was immediately after Nanna's death which was in... 1998... so that means seven years since). It's a bit nonsensical really as they only live an hour away. We have seen them, but it always happens on their turf normally, so this will make for a bit of a change. In order to a vague idea of who I'm going on about, Uncle Stanley is my mother's uncle on her mother's side. He used to be a goldsmith and made one of the Olympic torches for the 1948 games in London. Auntie Judy, his wife, is a watercolour painter (ex-architect) and is really rather good at it. It will be good to see them (it's been over a year).

Finally one thing which caught my attention recently is the new Oasis track and video, The Importance of Being Idle. Well worth a watch if you can find it.