Hamlet

I think it was Hamlet, though it might have been Macbeth. Or one of the Henrys. He was definitely spouting something Shakespearian, and given that I was the only person around, for a while I became the object of his soliloquy. “Though she be but little, she is fierce!” There you go - A Midsummer Night's Dream. Out by just a day.

Despite the crappy weather for June, it was a good day. The knee is now pain free, which suggests the surgeon chap maybe did know what he was doing after all. I've just unpacked the last of the boxes, and the flat looks more homely and less like an IKEA warehouse. And daughter Flora's degree results were announced -  all those years of hard work have paid off. Well done. Now it's time to pay off the student loan.