Friday was quickly disposed of. I played my match, and instead of being blown away I went 1-up at the 15th. Ran out of steam and lost on the 18th. But nobody expected me to survive so long.

Then it was the Ryder Cup. That was Friday taken care of. And more of the same on Saturday. I picked a big bag of apples to take to Bristol; there are many more left, so I will offer them to the golf blokes in case her indoors wants to cook them.

I know it's only 125 miles to Bristol, but I haven't driven so far for five years. The good thing was to cruise through London early on Sunday morning, then an easy motorway drive all the way.

The object of the trip was to attend a 1st birthday party for Sami. Kate and Nisar had found a hidden away riverside bar which had a marquee, and lots of people turned up to the well-organised party. Many of them had kids of the same age - I was told "PNC", where the mums had met. It was nice to see again some of Kate's friends from long ago, and Nisar's mother, brother and sister. Tom, Sarah and Jake gave a presentation, as did the proud parents, and a good time was had by all.

Back at the ranch, after supper, there was more golf. Nisar's brother plays off 8, so we were able to exchange informed comments on the shortcomings of the Euro team's organisation. We had planned to stay up to the bitter end, but the end came early.

The drive back was uneventful. I'm not too happy at 80 mph, but that seems to be the going rate on the M4 and M25, and the Nissan seems pretty solid. And according to the onboard computer, it did 45 mpg.

I read that seven ManU players got booked, three for dissent. When is the last time that a ref changed his mind because a bunch of thugs surrounded him? Ferguson is an arrogant old fart, and he has failed to get his players to understand the meaning of the word "sport".

What else? Oh, yes. They have mended the Channel Tunnel, so the Continent is no longer isolated. The super-duper LHC at CERN is broken. Mbeki is voluntarily leaving office, and ANC politics remains in the mire. None of which affects me very much. It's back to normal in the morning.