The weekend

James came to visit on Saturday, and we went and played in Homebase, where we acquired potplants and pots. I spent a chunk of the evening repotting plants in the library. Now we have three floorstanding plants in the bay window, three smaller ones on other surfaces, two small ones in the hallway, and we still have the one in the bathroom and the one in the kitchen. Oh, and there's one in Rob's office, too.

We'll see how long it takes to kill them this time, then, eh?

We had casserole for dinner again, with added meat, which wasn't properly cooked - it was tough through being cooked too quickly. After that we played Mousetrap, which James won, and Settlers of Catan, which Rob won. And then we went to watch telly.

Telly weird and strange and incomprehensible. Snooker is particularly funny. Music television in its various guises is very odd indeed; there's a lot of text messaging revenue coming in there. Somebody is getting very very rich. And "I'm A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here" is just like Big Brother - nothing happens, followed by nothing happening, followed by improbably white-toothed smiles and uninspiring monologue, followed by nothing happening.

Sunday morning was quite good; I woke in time for the Archers omnibus, and we had French toast for brunch. Then we went to Wickes (because James has a car) and Homebase and bought wood for the next piece of library furniture, which we're hoping to complete this week.

James is going to Japan in September. I'm trying to convince him to keep some kind of travel diary. He's not convinced. We domestic bods need to live vicariously through our more adventurous friends! How can we do this if they go to exciting, exotic places and don't keep journals?