Well, I managed to deliver at least three quarters of my diary allocation.  My knee hurts like hell and I had three elastic bandages on but it still hurt and it's giving me trouble now.  So, that could well be the last time that I deliver the Diary.  It's a shame but there you are, it happens to all of us and I don't think I could face another month of pain.  So, I'll have a word with Diary Mike next week.  I'd still like to continue with my Phil the Post page and if he'll allow it, I'd still like to contribute for the dive club.  But it's up to him. 

We took Suki to the vet this morning.  Her bottom problem was down to anal glands.  How the hell did we miss that?  Anyway, the vet cleaned them out and she seems much more relaxed.  She's had her annual jab and the vet prescribed some heart tablets which we'll start tomorrow.  It seems that we're all getting old together.

There hasn't been much response to diving this weekend.  Phil Gillet rang but he can dive with Richie and the narcs - if necessary.  I haven't decided yet.  I don't really want a weekend off so I will probably ring Richie to see if there any spaces on the narcs boat. 

This evening we went for a punt to the barn.  I had a pint from the old brick brewery and it was very nice - so much so that I had three pints.  Tonight we'll have a cushy sit in front of the telly.  First there's Corrie and then I'm not sure.  Early bed say 9-00.