Summer!

The first of June! The Car temperature thingy showed 5°C in the evening. With a strong wind, that felt bloody cauld, I'll tell you. And you feel it at my age. Ridiculous, so it is. What - my age or the temperature, you ask. GTF. Everything.
The boat club meeting. I can't tell you what went on as it's all very hush hush. It wasn't even minuted. We're between absolute crooks and the deep blue sea. Though I do think I've picked up a directorship. Forth Corinthian Developments Ltd. I think I should be awarded a generous golden hello. Unless that's actually just a euphemism for having your boots pissed on. Which might be all we end up with.