Tempus Fugit

Time flies . . . bloody things buzzing around my head and by the time I've swatted them, it is the middle of August.

I was only thinking last night while lying on the decking outside for a while watching for the Perseids meteor shower (saw two and lots of clouds before going in, and why do the media get so excited about it - you see about one a minute not a "spectacular firework display" - silly sods) that I've not even been on the 'pooter for more than 5 minutes at a time for weeks.
And what has happened in that time? Well I haven't got time to tell you now.

See you in another month?