I was expecting Uncle Mike just shy of 11am, but I got a call about fifteen minutes too late asking when we had arranged to meet. Naturally this shifted my plan for the day and we decided to rendezvous later until after lunch. Later I managed to complete the majority of the Tours4 brochure and the Dolphin website which is a good load out the way.

The golf was on today, and The Father was glued to it like the fanatic he is. What made today extra adhesive was that it was Jack Nicklaus' last outing in a major, or in fact any golf tournament. A stranger to watching golf on the TV (I ignore it and find something better to do if the father is monopolising it), I decided to sit down and watch the last four holes. I can't truly believe it was five years ago since St. Andrew's played host to The Open, and it was five years ago that I watched and collected the signatures off the likes of Tiger Woods, Fred Couples, Davis Love III, Monty and Mike Weir while they knocked that little white ball around the same course. A quarter of my entire life. It seems like a just year or two back. Is it really that long since I was playing regularly?

Something else that I did today that isn't on my usual agenda was to be standing outside WHSMith at midnight. For anyone who has a vague interest in children's literature, you'll probably realise that the 6th instalment of Harry Potter officially went on sale tonight. As part of Sister Two's birthday present it had been organised that she would have a copy ready and waiting she, The Mother and myself all headed into the 'Bridge to attend the launch. Although partially embarrassed to be standing with 150 ten year olds clutching onto HP balloons and wearing witch and wizard hats on a Friday night (that sounds even worse now that I come to write it), it was also quite interesting to file in from the darkened street and watch Sister Two claim her present. Hardback for nine quid. Bit of a bargain.

My attendance was mainly out of interest, partially to make Sister Two not feel so left out (even she was old by the general age) and partially to make sure we got the book. I am in fact a bit of an addict. Not that I would have been keen enough to want to get the book on launch night, but I will have to read it. There is something so captivating about the story that drags you in, and I challenge anyone who won't read it becuase of the thought of it being too childish, to go and pick up a copy and absorb your sceptical self in it, like I did.

As part of my relaxing evening I watched Jack Dee, Live At The Apollo which was on BBC One. I don't know if it's a series, but I love high quality standup like this and so will be keeping my eyes peeled from now on, providing The Crew don't push back our drinking night. Jo Brand was the special guest, and although I wouldn't class myself as a big fan usually, I thought she out-performed Dee. Fantastic material.

Tomorrow is Jon's birthday celebration. Rosie and Lianne how now confirmed, and with Ad, that makes the four of us. I am unsure if we have managed to get a present between us, but I'm sure we will sort something out.