June meandered along, rather purposeless at first, but still pleasant. Barbecues with friends, the quiet routine of work, home, work, home. I started watching late-night repeats of Star Trek The Next Generation, unable to resist the nostalgic fix.

Last weekend was a little more purposeful though. The Sophster and I travelled to the Danish island of Bornholm and bought a Border Terrier puppy we have named Bobby, after my grandfather. Like my grandfather, he seems to have a rather mischievous sense of humour. Which is a polite way of saying he’s a little bastard.