Watty says:

What I did at the weekend:
Our annual day off together on Friday coincided with reasonable weather, so we went to London to look at... this. It's fabulous. Beautifully and thought-provokingly presented, it really opens up areas of both artists which might otherwise be overlooked. It also features some of their greatest works, some of which I have longed to see for years. Go and see it, I implore you. We did other things, too, including being entertained by the fountains at Somerset House. There aren't, however, enough hours in the day...

Then on Saturday, we did something which is becoming a tradition - a sunset flying display at Shuttleworth. Evening flying in the summer is just so damned civilized. The boys love it, because it's all quiet and sedate, but there's enough going on to keep them interested. Plus, they get to stay up well past their bedtimes.

And today, it's been, in the words of Cole Porter, 'Too Damn Hot'. Stop me before I ramble on about stripping off again...

Oh, and Conor's got chicken pox. We think. At least we've all had it now, and there won't be the trauma of last time, when Cameron managed to hava a mild dose, but infect his pregnant mother with the most virulent, offensive, fluid-filled things you've ever seen. Not a fun time, I tell you.
Stop press: just checked on him, and they seem to be fading. Maybe he doesn't have the pox...