We planned to leave early to go to Cooroy but morning smoko lasted until midday so we didn't arrive at the Procter's house until about three.
One of Helene's daughters was staying and her son turned up with his wife and kids soon after we did so happy hour was very lively. Helene laid on a barbecue dinner for us all and we didn't get back to the Motley until quite late.
Late to bed and late to rise.
We had a call from Max saying Sarah had taken Al to hospital because had been taken ill with what looked like appendicitis. They finally diagnosed inflammation of the pancreas (very trendy to have the same complaint as the leader of the Opposition) and booked him it for observation and treatment.