JEDI July: Day 8 - The one where I woke up in time for lunch

OK, so I woke up a bit late this morning.

In fact it was so late that I almost had to break out the word 'afternoon', which surely has to be taboo territory. I think I would had to have typed it through the journalistic equivalent of gritted teeth.

Thankfully, twenty to twelve is, and will hopefully remain, my record for laziness...though I do highly suspect that this blog may have had something to do with it, given my recent late-night authoring excursions.

Having even missed elevenses I opted to combine these with breakfast and lunch, feasting on banana, crackers and rolls whilst watching Top Gear on Dave to see me through til two in the afternoon. The height of activity after this point was re-instating our wii console which Holy Smoke had borrowed last week - exhausting, eh?

Dragging ourselves away from Ashes cricket updates, Dad treated me to a tonk round the nine hole at Dibden, which actually went quite well up until the end of the 7th, at which stage the dull one was only winning by one shot. Unfortunately, despite accompanying surely the slowest man on earth in one of the most tedious games ever invented, we were still held up by some bumbling novices in front, to whom I apportion all the blame for my consequential stuff up of the final two holes. Nice work chaps.

As a result of these golfing goons we were also late home for tea, which was enjoyed over an argument.

Ern rolled up and we were speedily conned into watching the second Bridget Jones film in my room whilst consuming vast quantities of microwave popcorn. Sadly, I cannot lie and say I didn't enjoy the evening - and not just beacuse of the presence of the popcorn.

Busy day tomorrow dudes, with Grandad's birthday and church cricket to look forward to. Can't wait! See you soon!