I love hearing from my eldest son. He is such a gentle person. I don't know, anymore, if that is the same as being a gentleman (probably forbidden under H & S rules). Surprised, and he was too, that he reckoned Blur so much at Glastonbury. He is a music editor, and was standing in a muddy field with a lot of other musical editors when the news of Michael Jackson's death came through.

No sockets for mobile phone chargers, and they were there to cover the festival, anyway. I sympathised with his frustration, but we laughed a lot about the whole coverage of the story. Likened it to Elvis - the naivete, the allowing of doctors and their "prescribed" drugs - we spoke of it all.

No, he didn't fall in love, and was quite tired.

I was, too. And, today! Well, when the lift broke down, my life was complete.