Sadly events have conspired to trash all our holidays this year. Calfy was supposed to be going to Uzbekistan, but her travelling companion used a dodgy visa company to get the three visas required, Russian, Kazakh and Uzbek. They failed to get him any in six weeks. Calfy got all hers in four. So she is here, blue.
My mother was supposed to fly to Spain but hers was the only flight cancelled from Bristol the morning after the no fly ban was lifted. So she has to practise her castanets here.
I was due to go to Cornwall with Elby and the dogs, but Poppy has required ear surgery for something nasty that appeared on her earlobe so she is here having a quiet time with me rather galloping through the gorse with Pig.
I have already voted. Calfy's postal vote never arrived so if she had gone on holiday she would have been unable to vote at her first general election so at least she gets the strange experience of the polling station.