Now don’t get too excited, it wasn’t a Friday devoted entirely to men. I might just as well have entitled my post Little Man Friday or, and more accurately, Little Man on Friday, but I like the romantic connotation of my original choice because I’m fond of the idea of desert islands.

Anyway, I had a lovely day not only with my “Little Man on Friday” Mason, but also with my childhood friend, Lorelle, and her son, Xavier (another gorgeous man – of eighteen). Lorelle had arrived on Thursday and stayed overnight; Mason arrived at eight in the morning (in time for a breakfast of egg and bacon); and we met Xavier in the city where we had a delicious lunch out – Lorelle’s special treat.

Later on Lorelle tried her hand at a spot of cloud shooting at Roland’s and found she was a natural like me. Nobody landed an arrow in the bucket but there was a great deal of discussion, if not argument, about whose arrow landed closest.

Now everyone has gone home and I am all alone. I have looked through the photographs, relived in memory some pleasurable moments and chosen some pictures for my blog to illustrate the highlights of my day. It has been a good day, not least because Mason and I are now firm friends, in fact I love the dear little chap.

Sat here at my computer, I have just noticed an email has come in from Chris – it is headed with the words, “Goodnight Sweet Sally” – isn’t that nice? It almost makes me like my name. I think I’ll phone my man now, while it’s still his Friday (if not mine).