Saturday 17th June 2006.

Today, the song that I have had in my head is "Superstition" by Stevie Wonder.

Son cooked bombay potatoes the other day - surprisingly nice and surprising he cooked it with no prodding from me.

This is very sad, but I have to admit to being chuffed I've now got a washing line up in my garden. Nothing like the smell of newly washed and dried clothes brought in from outside.

What's happened to cuckoo spit? I haven't seen any for ages.