JEDI July: Day 7 - The one with the art exhibition

Evening folks. Apologies for the change in title style, but it was getting rather arduous trying to connect the events of the day using alliteration, even with the help of Word's synonym finder. I hope you're not too disappointed!

Temperatures continue to plummit to a lowly 20 degrees, which really isn't on now, is it?

With meanacing shower clouds looming overhead, Lydia and I this morning convoyed behind Mum, Grandma and Grandad (who in turn followed a tediously slow tractor) for our second trip to Lymington in the space of a week. I found two new tops in Peacocks in the company of Mum and Lydia for a bargain price of £9, then left them to it and went to buy Grandad's birthday present and some bumper blackener for Jalopy. Skillfully avoided getting drenched by making it back to the car just as the heavens opened, then sheltered cosily inside whilst waiting for the others to return.

As it turned out, no-one else seemed to have got done all they wanted to do, but as we were short of time we had to make for home. This time Mum and the Boilos managed to break away from our convoy, leaving Lydia and I to get stuck behind every conceivable obstacle on route.

Lunch was soup and sandwiches, after which I felt very tired so rested upstairs for a while. (Unheard of for me!) At 3 Mum drove Lydia and I to Brockenhurst to have a look round the annual art exhibition, at which Lydia's work was exhibited. It was plain to see that many hours of hard graft had been put in for every piece on display, though Mr traditionalist here may have failed to fully appreciate some of the more contemporary exhibits. As I was in Brock for what was likely to be the final time I also took the opportunity to take a few photos of the college campus for posterity (I'm a sucker for sentimentality).

On our way home we stopped for an ice cream in Beaulieu under increasingly threatening clouds, admiring once again the ducks and swans in the river whilst I snapped away for yet more pictures of our beautiful surroundings (Mum and Lydia included!). How could I resist these wonderful cloud formations?

Thankfully we escaped the downpour which inevitably followed.

Back home and after a delicious tea of roast potatoes I helped Lydia to make invitations for her 18th birthday celebrations before Ernest rolled up. We all congregated in my room to play an extremely manic game of pass the bomb, which ended up going on for quite a while and resulted in a win for L and a loss for yours truly (surprise surprise).

That's your lot for today. No plans as yet for tomorrow so I hope I can entertain myself sufficently or else JEDI day 8 may not be so great! Byeeee...