I don't really know what to write at the moment. I'm having a particularly great time right now, spending as much of it with Cath as I can and we are having lots of fun. But it sounds a bit smug to be going about that on the blog, hence the radio silence.

We did have a lovely weekend over the bank holiday. I managed my second game of cricket of the year with considerably more success than the first. We won! I was scandlously given out to a woefull LBW decision, but then again luck had been on my side whilst bowling. I got 4 wickets (all clean bowled) but a lot of that was due to a slightly dodgy pitch. It was a great day out in Abinger Hammer as it always is but I was shocked to realise we've been playing there for 10 years!

After the game I went to meet up with Cath for our mini-break in Walthamstow. Cath is a proud E17 resident and I can see why she likes it. There was certainly plenty to do, we played a bit of tennis on Sunday, went for a walk and then a charming dinner with her neighbours. On Monday we went into town and enjoyed the good weather. We managed to do both Tate Britain and Tate Modern thanks to the Tate Boat which was fun. At Tate Britain we saw the Joshua Reynolds exhibition which was welcomingly uncrowded. I can't stand crowded galleries - you never get to see anything. I enjoyed it but I have to declare that in the 18th Century Blur v Oasis debate I think I'm a Gainsborough man (with maybe a vote for Allan Ramsay as Pulp). I was also thrilled to see Anthony Gormley's powerful pile of toast, sorry, I mean powerful work of art: bed. Apparently he ate his own volume in toast to make it. How 'bout that? Another contribution to that age old debate - is it art or is it breakfast? Thanks Tony - you did it so we don't have to....