I have looked up the five day forecast for this part of the country and it shows five fat little suns. Not sons, I only have one of those and he is more strapping than fat. Five round yellow beautiful suns. So I aim to spend the day outside tomorrow pottering in the garden under a huge fat yellow sun. There are a lot of exciting things to do out there.

Seeds to sow and potatoes to bury and loads of weeding – and a small mound of sand to re-distribute. The mound is fast disappearing, it’s possible someone has been knitting it into socks or something because it has diminished since I last looked at it.

Stats are funny things aren’t they – I used to be quite bothered when I first started keeping my blog that there were days when the numbers dropped lower but now I simply watch the fluctuations with a rather detached interest – being an auditor of data and figures it is something I do with a professional interest I suppose. Jeez that sounds very pompous and like I do something really swanky and important – not so – but monitoring trends and movement in data is what I do. Whenever people ask me what my job is I never quite know what to say – it isn’t like a butcher or a baker or even a candle-stick maker with a neat name, it is an amalgam of functions for which no one word or title is sufficiently descriptive. The word I would choose above all others though is facilitator because I feel my chief function really is simply to be helpful and useful.

Anyway as far as the stats go I was rather bemused the other day when they dropped off the edge of normal to the extent of barely hitting double figures. Almost as freaky as when they go up exponentially. Crazy stuff!