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I can't put a title because I can't think of a single thing to say at the moment.   I blame this on the weather (we English can blame the weather for almost anything - after all we have had plenty of practise.)   The fact is, like many others on or about this Latitude, the humidity, coupled with a still quite strong sun, has made 'proper' sleeping almost impossible.   I had what I thought of at about half past ten last evening as a clever idea.   My evening carer always turns the sheet and duvet well down the bed so that I can get into bed easily.   Looking at this I had an idea.   I could  turn the duvet back vertically so that it just covered half of the bed (lengthwise). making half the bed just a sheet for cover and the other half double-duvet.   Not really a good idea (well I had had quite a busy  -though very enjoyable-day and was pretty tired) as I realised as the night progressed.   For most of the next six hours I was alternately either too hot (two thicknesses of duvet) or too cold (one sheet) as I shuffled across the mattress in and out of the two areas.   I did laugh at one point because it rather reminded me of the Grand Old Duke of York in  a horizontal rather than a vertical rendering.

So, having not 'cut a long story short' you will realise that I am suffering from lack of sleep.

But I did have such a pleasant day.   First if all the bell rang and I called 'come in'.   I didn't recognise the voice which called 'hello'  but a second or two later in walked dear S a blog friend from I O M.   A minute later in walked K, her husband (he had been taking his shoes off in the hall and apologised for treading talc down the hall carpet )- a fact which highly amused my carer this morning.  Apparently putting talc in one's shoes or socks is not a Yorkshire habit (well not 'splashing the cash' is after all a serious factor in the life of a Yorkshireman).

They stayed for a lovely couple of hours chat and a cold drink.    They had only been gone a short while when my usual Sunday callers S and T came, hot and tired from walking round the Hunton Steam Gathering - a yearly event in the local calendar.   T put the kettle on as they came through the door and S made the three of us a cup of tea.  (no Kit Kats as they had only recently had lunch.)

As they drove out of the road after staying an hour (T fell asleep, S and I chatted), my son drove in and he stayed an hour during which we caught up on the week's happenings and did a bit of reminiscing.

All that plus 'Antiques Road Show' - if you watched it you would see the elderly (late eighties) Ralph Steadman - the celebrated cartoonist -come to the table to sign a print of one of his cartoons - and I was well ready for bed.

There is a long list of programmes I want to watch on TV tonight (if I can stay awake ) so it wont be an early night but I have just had to put on a cardigan as I was chilly so that's a good sign for beddy-byes.

See you tomorrow.