Spent an extremely pleasant day ambling through the Oxfordshire countryside before returning back to chez moi. Lovely sunny afternoon, so I pulled out the chairs from the garage before settling down with a drink and the Times in the peace and quiet of my back garden. Bliss. The bliss lasted about 2 minutes, before the persistent bass-like notes, so beloved of the chavette, and emanating from a distant chavmobile, invaded my peaceful state. The first real day of Spring and it didn't survive first contact with the underclass. Perhaps my expectations are too high - never mind, there's always next year I suppose.