lst of July already and Wimbledon is on television and the hottest day of the year recorded. Maybe it was the hottest day in London but not here in the southwest. It was warm but cloudy in Plymouth where it was summer fete day at Daisy’s school. Excited children, smoky BBQs, a cake stall, book stall, bouncy castle and so on. The only male teacher got the job of having wet sponges thrown at him which delighted the children. I helped on my granddaughter’s stall – selling ice lollies at 10p each, the red ones the most popular by far. Daisy remembered that last year I guessed the number of sweets in a big jar exactly right to win the prize – it was pure luck but she thinks otherwise. We headed home stuffed with hot dogs, little scones with cream, lollies, crisps, all the bad things so today I am sticking to fruit and salad to try to make up for it.