Well, that's what I do. Watch it on TV, I mean. And play a bit of golf - quite decently this week, so perhaps the Wheel of Form is turning upwards.

The England women's cricket team are world champions at all forms of the game and have just won three matches in a row against the Aussie women. If only our men can do the same.

I saw a bit of Brett Lee bowling high speed swinging yorkers - scary!

It's odd how quickly tennis has changed. Not long ago, Wimbledon was worth watching because of the variety, drop shots and lobs and volleys at the net. Now it's all baseline walloping, except that Roddick did play some drop shots and completely bemused Murray with them.

It's like golf, in that technological "improvements" are tending to spoil the game at the highest level. Make 'em play with Dunlop Maxply wooden rackets, then we'll see how good they are.

And the Lions whacked the Saffers, as they almost did in the previous matches. Violence as a way of softening up the opposition seems to be the Boks' method.

And the Tour has started. There will surely be less doping this year because of the testing. Armstrong has done a crazy thing, coming back as he has done. Mont Ventoux will find them out.

The BBC filmed much of Glastonbury and let us watch some of the acts until today. Names I have seen mentioned were there. Florence is shouty. Lady GaGa is a daft music hall act. Kasabian sounds like old-fashioned rock. Call me reactionary, but I did enjoy the Boss's show the best.

And while on music, I came across a rather good Carmen on Sky Arts. One of my little projects has always been to work on a translation of Mérimée's book. Years ago, when our flight was delayed in Grenoble (or somewhere near there), I bought a copy of the book and a notebook and passed the waiting time very nicely.

The 40th anniversary of the moon landing reminded me that we took little Tom to the IOS club to watch television coverage of it. He was too young to know what was going on, but at least he saw it.

Helen is dropping in for lunch in an hour so I had better rustle up a salad. She is going to Cotignac next weekend and offered me a seat in her car. The idea was to cruise the Route Napoléon with the top down, but I have stuff arranged. Nice idea though.