Lazing on a Monday afternoon...

Monday, 9.30pm

Thought for the Day - Sausages cooked on a barbeque will go from frozen solid to charcoal in the time it takes you to get a beer from the fridge

Pug Status - Chewing next door's frisbee that came over the garden fence

Ah, Bank Holiday weekends. The sound of lawnmowers, the smell of barbeques, the sound of screams as grown men herniate discs carrying supermarket special packs of lager to the car. And everyone always tells you "the next Bank Holiday's not until Christmas, you know!"

A quick trip to the Galleria this afternoon turned into a full-scale operation because, as usual, I didn't have enough change for the car park. We can put a man on the moon, send information at the speed of light around the globe, but we have yet to invent a car park ticket machine that is able to give change on a Bank Holiday. So, after finding a space in the Galleria car park seemingly on the outskirts of Hertford I then had to bob in and out of queuing traffic, with all the grace of an orang utan with a bad case of piles, to buy something from a newsagent just so I could get another pound for the machine....

Sunday morning saw me driving to Norfolk to pick up a sheep. This wasn't some sort of test of strength or bizarre cab fare but a chance to re-stock our freezer with some organic produce, lovingly reared by friends of ours. They has a smallholding but it's not what you've got but what you do with it, I always say. Luckily the meat came all ready cut into joints and chops - otherwise it would have had to have driven home with a whole frozen lamb sat on the passenger seat next to me. And goodness knows how I would have explained that one away to the police if I had been stopped....

Obi Pig Kenobi was very pleased to see me when I came home, lugging a huge sack of frozen lamb across my back. I must have looked like a doggy version of Father Christmas....