We're having theusual summer, cold, wet and windy. Sartorially, I've hiddenaway mywoollen jumpers (hope the moths don't find them)and I'mwearingwhite cotton sweaters.

In the garden, the Dicentra Spectabilis (Bleeding Heart) has actually been spectacular, but today it's locket shaped flowersare scattered, like wet confetti, over the rockery.

I've been watching Ascot on television and the varioustakes onfashion, ranging from sophisticated and smart to way out, zany and mad. Hats make an outfit and the new upturned styles look fresh after years of fascinators, which are hard to carry off. I like the beigey pink colours, the sweet- pea colours, the zingy purple-orange clashing colours but please, I'm totally bored with black and black and white. In summer, too, os welwch yn dda!

The Queen and family are conveyedin carriages,but the Royals don'thave to worry about finding parking spots.Forgive me for mentioning this, but I havea niggle.

In summer, the starving masses of the world converge on supermarkest inHaverfordwest and Fishguard.(Alright, I admit there aren't anysupermarkests in Fishguard but there is a mini-Tesco) The parking spaces provided are too narrowfor their camper vans, transit vans, cars trailing boats, old ambulances and 'buses which have been converted into caravans. (Last week a stupendously large camper van, resembling a static home,occupied two parking spaces. The sauce!) Apart from these itinerants there are the locally owned JumeirahJanes, Chelseatractors, 4x4's and off roaders bulging obesely out of little spaces. Someone parked one of them next tomy carand, whilstI managed to get one foot out of the carI failed with my leg, though my calf is not that big. (By the way, I have two legs, lest I give the wrong impression).

If councils won't give these monsters larger areas in which to park, I'm willing to pay for a bigger spot for myself, if only to get my legs out of the car.

(I'm enjoying 'Cardiff Singer of the Year' on televison this week.)