Monday, 17th July.
Finally I made it inside St Paul's Cathedral. Third time
lucky. I went to a service there, and then undid all my good
work by swearing at a dopey American tourist. Shame on me.
One of Si's mates, Martin, came over for tea. Out of he, Jules
and I, he won the hairiness competition (for all over coverage) but
I came a creditable second ahead of baldy Jules. But Jules had
his revenge when he was a clear winner in the white legs competition.