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In which it is a bit bloody hot, and I am Not At One with the sun; my children fail to work suncream; I develop a frankly genius business idea and plan my pitch to Dragons' Den; everyone over the age of 50 bangs on about the Great Summer of 1976; I confess to one of my secret fears, and appall my teacher with my water saving suggestion; I take the world's least educational school trip; I trace my podcasting days back to the wilds of France, circa 1990; a bee and I have a fight, which ends badly for at least one of us; teenage summer drinking rarely ends well; Gro Eggs are evil, my crab husbandry skills let me down; and I come up with the worst possible outfit choice for a trip to the Norfolk mud flats.