The reason your camera broke is clearly because the force field of the Golden Mean was resonating too strongly for its puny circuit board. I used to sharpen my razor blades under a six inch formica model of a pyramid and I’ve heard tell of many other such wondrous phenomena.

Most folks just bore me
Always imposing
I’d rather meet a tree
Somewhere out in the cornfield

So said George Harrison, as sung by Ringo Starr.

For trees, see Kew; an amazing array. Not many ‘folk’ around, yesterday; but an astonishing collection of benches, all dedicated to those who enjoyed Kew while on earth. I particularly liked one which said:

In fond memory of Gabriel Throgmorton who loved and visited these gardens throughout her life; and for Wilfred Throgmorton, who didn’t.

A team of donkeys could have done as well; although that’s being unfair to donkeys.

On a lighter note, it’s clearly time for a repeat visit to Kew Gardens, taking in Ham Manor, en route to Heathrow. The azeleas should be in full bloom.

Safe hands? About as safe as KC in the outfield. It’s sad how Tony Blair, who promised so much, should have failed so dismally to deliver anything of substance. His only half decent minister, Frank Field, was sacked for telling the truth. As for Gordon Brown, his Inland Revenue property fiasco (selling their vast freeholds to a company resident in the Bahamas for tax avoidance purposes and leasing them back for peanuts, thereby compounding a prodigious net loss several years hence), speaks volumes about his principles. Not that the Tories would be any better. A plague on both their houses, I say.

Brian Eno suggests who we might vote for.

www.libdemthistime.org

Personally, as a Natural Law Party supporter on my two previous occasions visiting the Polls, I would have difficulty voting for anyone who wore a tie out of choice rather than necessity, but I’m working on it.

Isn’t it about time we had a few days of decent weather in a row instead of just one or two every fortnight when we’re kidded into thinking summer’s arrived and out come the shorts and tshirts and eating in the garden until five minutes later it turns cold and wet and miserable again?

We did manage an inaugeral game of Crud but the ground is still like soft putty. Still, I do remember the grass courts at Howard were only ever used once May had begun., so maybe I’m being impatient.

Croquet, of course, can be played in virtually any weather, but it is so much more agreable while awaiting your turn to be standing around basking in glowing rays rather than cowering against the icy blast of an Easterly wind.