oh where to begin? at the beginning i hear you cry, so i shall. i have watched almost all of the recently concluded test match and must say that it may be the most exciting i have seen. if you can lip read then the words of geraint jones on taking the final catch would just about sum it up. moreover, last night saw the now annual party at the jones house, and i must say that it was of the best and brightest. not aided by the pre-party cava, but neither hindered, i flitted and floated attending conversation and joviallity whenever an oppportunity presented it's self. or so it seemed from my perspective. today i went to the v&a and as ever following miss pym's recomendations on such matters prooved the path to tread to keep life sweet.