My husband didn't feel very well yesterday afternoon -- a special dispensation of Providence to allow me to watch the End of Wimbledon. That Duke-of-Kent-and-the-ballboys bit always makes me feel...

Our revels now are ended: these our actors

(As I foretold you) were all spirits, and

Are melted into air, into thin air

Suddenly we notice that the summer solstice has passed while we were distracted.

Above you see the evidence that Rachel has mastered her new camera. That's our son-in-law Edward, his son Thomas-the-Elder on graduation day, and Thomas' long-standing girlfriend Monica. Rachel sent a picture with some knit-content, too, which we can have tomorrow, and after that it will be time for progress pictures of both the Princess edging and the striped Koigu. Both did indeed make progress yesterday. I allowed myself to daydream of reaching edging repeat no. 43 -- that'll be the one dead centre.

Edinburgh was quiet yesterday. Maybe everything is going to be all right. Saturday's demonstration was clearly a great success, and there seems to be no evidence that Bob Geldof's friends are descending on us, as he was urging them to do at one point. Of course the G8 hasn't started yet. I think it is a bit infra dig of Mr Blair to jet off to Singapore this week to fuss about getting the Olympics. He should be studying position papers, or something.