Hot, hot, hot

First things first: Wales finally won an international rugby game! After losing the previous week to Japan this week they beat them. Not a brilliant performance by all accounts - I didn't get up to watch it - but any win after 18 losses is to be celebrated.

What else? Yesterday I gave a talk to the local Torch Trust group, supporting blind and partially sighted people all over the world. I wouldn't have been surprised if no-one had turned up: it was the hottest day of the year. A record thirty-six (36!) degrees in the shade in our garden.

But there were about twenty-five people there so I was really impressed. It was quite a quaint little meeting with a register, collection, and songs. The good thing about the hymnbooks was that they were all large print!

I think my talk went okay. Only one woman fell asleep - only one that I noticed anyway. Another woman asked to see my notes afterwards as she was deaf and couldn't hear me. Then one woman came up to me and said, "I want to say something and I hope you won't be offended."

Oh crumbs, I thought but I smiled encouragingly.

"You have a lovely smile! Well, you have a lovely face but your smile lights it up."

I can cope with that. And I've got another gig out of it, this time to talk about Zac's, which is my favourite thing to talk about.

Back home and into the pool. I bought a flamingo ring in the charity shop. A woman standing behind me in the queue said, "You won't get your bottom in there!"

So I had to prove her wrong.

To be fair to her, the hole did look quite small in the photo on the box.

And you would not believe - or perhaps you would - the struggle it was for me to get in that position, not because of the size of my bottom but working out how to get my legs up there. GrandDaughter2 and I were in hysterics.

One of my new gladioli was leaning over so I picked it and some others.