I have been in Cornwall for the past few days generally messing about and having a few days off work. Although I have been doing some planning of my CMS, and have sorted out a flat for next year, so it's not all been lazing about in the sun.

I would also like to just say that anyone who saw my previous diary entry and new design and who then did not comment is a meanie!

However, that is enough of that, for tonight I have a story to tell you. It is a story of joy and shame, of hardships and adventure. For today, dear readers, I joined the National Trust.

No, I have not gone through a worm hole and emerged as a 50 year old man in slippers with a liking for classical music, although, to be fair, I do have slippers and a liking for classical music. No, it is far more sinister and shameful than that. I joined voluntarily.

Today, Leela and I went to Lanhydrock, a large NT property near her home, where she used to work in the holidays. Entrance was £4.40, and with membership at £17.50, we thought "Hey, we could go to some other NT places and save money!" So we now have our membership packs and are awaiting our membership cards. Oh the shame.

Still, as Leela said, at least we're not on crack.