Today the weather has just cooled after a warm spell for early May.

On Friday I popped along to a handsome house, near to the Old Rectory, for a coffee morning and tennis in aid of the Charlie Waller Trust – mission to prevent depression in the young. I was late and, as I drove into the driveway, I noticed – to my anxiety – that all the women, except me, were already sitting on the terrace drinking coffee. I was last to arrive. There was a sign “carpark” pointing to a field on the left, so off I went to park. I needed to bolt ASAP to join the assembly.

There were two ways to bolt: the long way back through the carpark, but I noticed that there was a stile (a wooden platform so you can cross fencing) at the end of the garden leading straight up to the terrace. I didn’t think twice. After all I climbed fences all through my childhood. I ran, vaulted over the stile, legs in the air and came in to land. When I righted myself and faced the terrace, I was horrified that the ladies, major country pheasants, had turned to stare at me, coffee cups frozen in their hands. It took a good two minutes to reach them. One of them in a cut glass accent said, “Impressive entrance.” The Kangaroo was back in action.

We had a wonderful evening at Flamenco’s in Chelsea. The food, as ever, was stellar and as I said previously, Flamenco has a way of sniffing out the best new food outlets and restaurants in town. For dessert (pudding in Britain) we had delectable éclairs -Maitre Choux – by Joakim Prat – Artist Patisssier. Each one an exquisite work of art.

Over the weekend, we also had a delightful wedding at St Dionys on Parsons Green. Two gorgeous Cambridge graduates (same college, same values, and same admission interview group) tied the knot on a bright sunny day. The bride, the daughter of Mr and Mrs Wonderful, looked radiant and blissfully happy. Unlike a lot of brides, she was utterly unselfconscious and completely herself. I am sure she didn’t consider checking her makeup once.

The Family Vicar, Jeremy, who also married Mr and Mrs Wonderful, officiated, so it was doubly touching. Jeremy is cut of unusual cloth – he is diminutive – a bachelor – went to Durham with Geoff – completely holy and completely fun. The sacred and amusing infect his speech.

I call the parents wonderful, because that is how Mrs Wonderful was described by the Family Vicar in a speech recently at her 50^th birthday bash. And I thought, bravo, dead right. The party was held at her mother’s pad in Tregunter Road, Chelsea, one of the best streets in the borough and we danced the night away to 80s disco.

Summer time is full of people making the most of the weather.

When we were first married, we spent the hours outside of work, relishing heat that would have melted the wax of Icarus’s wings (one of my fav stories in Greek mythology). That first summer of marriage and for a few after that, the summers were bonza. We sat in the sun at Stone House whenever we were there. And the weather lately has been like that. I hope it lasts.

Today I am catching up with Gill, my friend of almost 50 years from Sydney. She is driving to hang out with me in the country.