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Providing they start using strikers and Torres stops sulking, I’m pretty happy with my sweepstake result a work…

At least we can rely on the weather to be typically British this Jubilee weekend.

I suppose I should join the party and blog about the jubilee, the queen, and stuff.

Unfortunately, this is all I can manage. Sorry.

The weekend departed as quickly as it had arrived. And, as the sun stabbed at my neck, and the endless words, politics and office heat of the day subsided, I put peril to one side and made way for the beauty of asphalt.

Early morning dog walks are a mixture of bleary-eyed grumpiness and the wonders of nature.

I think summer might be here.

Regular readers of my blog will have noted that recent posts have been scarce.

Sorry.

This is down to time – or lack of it – and the gradual realisation that sitting down every week to pen a recount of a recent escapade is about as achievable as developing a liking for George Osbourne.

It’s impossible.

However, it occurred to me recently that I take an awful lot of photos. Usually, these are of fields, bottles of beer or my dog, but there’s the odd one that tells a story of its own. This may lend itself to ‘phlogging’.

I must stress at this juncture that phlogging is not a form of sexual merriment but blogging taking on the form of a pictorial diary. I like the idea of that and, partly inspired by Mike Skinner (of The Streets fame – follow him on Twitter), I’m going to give it a bash.

Those are my last thoughts on a day which proved, beyond any doubt, that the benefit of taking holiday is questionable when the return simply lands you in a sea of unread emails and post it notes. And I haven’t even got a tan.