Evening time and unusal for me to be writing a blog. Playing Chet Atkins. Been a hot day and is now a calm pre-night.

Well the weekend was fine. Friday I visited and stayed with long standing friends (since we were all teenagers) in their new house. Then on to Lucy, Matthew and THEN stayed with their Mum. All really great visits. Come Sunday I’m on the boat with Henry and Trouty. Call for directions, drive there and park up. Car behind me pulls up in front of BIG GATES and a small guy gets out and opens gate 1. Scuse me I say, but I’m supposed to meet a boat here - could you tell me where it might be? Oh, you must be Henry’s Dad. Knockout. Henry hasn’t got the boat there yet so Stuart brings out a chair for me to sit in whilst I await Henry’s arrival. Beat that. Magic. SUCH a nice bloke.

Smashing trip on the canal, lovely picnic lunch, and, and. Perfect.

Drove home. Marvelled at driving idiots. Oh well.

Knackered today after all this social intercourse but went to gym and raised performance on all machines. Promise myself I’ll repeat Wednesday and Friday. Grow muscles (again) Be strong. Die later. Huh?

Lots more happening but it’s late. Dad’s thoughts?
Be very conscious of your body language. 55% of what you communicate to others comes from what they SEE of you. Think friendship and so out-think the plug-uglies. Sleep well. Dad