Right, that's summer over and done with, time to crack out the woolly jumpers and boots (except the BBC tells me this week is going to be HOT).

This weekend saw the annual Team Waste Summer Camp, hosted as ever by the inimitable geoffcampbell in darkest Wales, and attended by the Usual Suspects. Scary to think that I've been going to these parties for a number of years and that these poor people only ever seem to see me in a state of pre-, mid- and post-inebriation - and they still talk to me! However, this year's do was very well-behaved, with no blood, vomiting (that I could see anyway)or destruction. The conversion of the Range Rover into a quad bike is probably better classified as installation art as it was mostly done by mostly sober people. kjersti's method of coping with camping was inspired and one that more people should adopt, unless you are a lightweight like me.

The one worrying thing about the whole weekend was the relief of so many of these friends-of-long-standing that I was now "settled" and "tamed" by my engagement to drpete. Now I know I've been a bit naughty on occasion, but really, I don't think I've done anything that bad. However, the horror on ramtops' face when she learned I'd been baking was almost worth donning the apron of domesticity for.

Spent yesterday being rather poorly on the sofa (some lurgy, not alcohol you untrusting lot!) and missing out on a sunshiney bank holiday! Bah. Couldn't sleep for mad paranoid dreams and the sodding helicopter that circled the flat for at least half an hour at about 4am, waking up the man upstairs in the process and encouraging him to pull out every pair of shoes from his wardrobe and drop them on the floor repeatedly.

drpete has gone off to Harrogate for a few days, to go and stroke nurses (or something similar) so I suppose I'd better tidy the flat while he's away and be all good and domestic. Amazing how much crap two people can generate...