We had family breakfast time - croissants. It's becoming a bit of a habit, not that I'm complaining.

Mum, Dad and I went for a cycle ride to Wargrave through the most obscure scenic route. My lovely but very rattly bike only just coped with the bumpy roads. The only thing to do in Wargrave was to go to the antique. Dream. We cycled back via Twyford corner shop and got an ice lolly. I had a hairy moment under a bridge with an on coming car whilst trying to eat my lolly. I survived.

Went to Reading Fam church in the eve with Madre and met Kathryn. Came home to an epic curry.