The fete went fine – the balloon race was a nightmare to handle, but was successful all the same. Lucky Dip and Candyfloss are always big sellers though, so we did pretty well.

Father’s birthday meal at The Old Fisherman was great, and all went well.

We got back at midnight, and then had to be in London for the Christening by 9.45, so we’d left the house by 8.30.

In short, we’re knackered. Utterly, totally knackered. So don’t expect much today, and instead there’ll be stuff tomorrow. Probably.