Last night was a bit of a wash out.  Mr Moore and I trekked all the way to Bankside Pier, anticipating champagne, canapes and a photographic opportunity extravaganza.  What we got was a pint and a rose, in plastic cups, which we bought from the Globe pub (that's the pub next to Shakespeare's Globe - not a spherical one), and thirty-five minutes freezing our nuts off.  Well, Troy's at least.  By 9.20, there was still no sign of the boat, which should have been back by 9.00 at the latest, for our proposed 9.15 sailing.  At that point we decided to throw in our collective towels.  After all, even Liz Brewer gave up, and we all know she would go to the opening of a crisp packet.

Today we had our MacMillan coffee morning.  I asked Ritchie from over the road, who looked dubious, until I mentioned cake.  He was over like a shot.  We raised £75, which was a lot better than last year.

Something made me really happy tonight.  In PC World, I found a charger that does rechargeable batteries in 15 minutes.  Gadget heaven!