It would seem that The Party's Over. So here I am, 50, no enhancements, just age making it's mark, glasses almost permanently perched and the balloons are deflating.

I returned to the allotment this morning to tidy up some more and came away realising that my time there is almost over. Patches of bare ground everywhere and drooping produce or weeds on others. But there are the first signs of next year's crops and that will keep my interest.

I spoke to my girl this afternoon. How interesting the change in her from this time last year. Then, she needed to text, needed to hear my voice, needed reassurance that she was fine and everything would feel more normal in a couple of weeks time. Yet today I sensed that it was a role reversal. She has grown up so much and needs so little from me. My attempts at guidance are shunned with silence or a quick rebuff. Yet whilst I may not completely approve of this, it is the natural way, it is what I would hope she would achieve, it is right and proper. It's just hard.

To distract myself I found another new function on my camera. It has all these settings for occasions like pet portrait, beach/snow, silhouette, low and high key. I played a little and here we have low key. Not sure these settings will be used much but they are fun when you are just a little bored.