Just got back from my dad’s 81st birthday party in herefordshire – a nice pub/restaurant called “The Stagg” in Titley. The place has a Michelin star, and was worth the trip, even if I did do 300 miles today. My Uncle Arthur (95) and Aunt Pat were there, and they worked out their combined age to be 256, which is impressive for a trio, one generation removed from myself. Alas the other three Muffetts of their generation are dead. Arthur is still sharp as a pin – last I hear he was still doing insurance assessments on the side. There were the usual complaints about recent crosswords, and friendly banter about whether using dictionaries was cheating. All in all it was jolly fun. Now planning for tomorrow – stuff to do, people to see, docs to write. Might get on my bike – I am feeling rusty. Thought for the day: I never realised that a gun and concealment permit were essential motorbike camping equipment: http://users.pullman.com/viking/CampingList.htm