Sunday and already almost behind, I can see this is going to be a challenge. The fact that it is still raining is good, so the lawns remain long, highlights of the Tour de France are finished and there are only 50 pages still to read in my book (which the courtesy notice says is due tomorrow) all point me towards the study, an unfamiliar computer and the realisation that one can get stuck in an Outlook rut. I can see the temptation of using a blog as a place to rant and/or ramble, maybe a bit of both. 50 words a day will be a doddle, but will anyone ever read this, will even I find it too boring to go back and edit. Perhaps that is what blogging is about - forever looking forward and the death of hindsight. This is beginning to sound like the worst of the strange spam I receive.