Shout out to Dan Donovan whose new art exhibition, Wood Land Dale, opened yesterday at The Drawing Room Gallery in Nottingham.

Some of you will be familiar with Dan and may even have met him at one of many Forest events where he has often been employed as the official photographer.

I know shrinkflation is old news, but I was genuinely shocked when I saw the size of a Mars bar last week. It was tiny, no more than two bites at best.

I can’t remember the last time I bought a Mars bar so forgive my ignorance, but it was so small I thought it must be one of those ‘fun size’ bars. And then I saw a Mars duo on the shelf above it and that was also smaller and much slimmer than I remember, so I did some research and this is what I found.

Rules, which claims to be the oldest restaurant in London, has been in the news this week following the announcement that it has been ‘given’ to the National Trust.

According to the BBC, the Covent Garden restaurant, founded in 1798, ‘will continue to trade, while becoming a commercial tenant of the charity. Under the deal, the rent payments will go towards conserving the building’.

I’m no petrolhead, far from it, but I am fascinated by the new Jaguar Type 01 that was launched in New York last week.

You may remember that when the Type 00 concept car was revealed in 2024 it was a sensation for several reasons, not all of them good.

Just back from having an ultrasound scan at my local hospital. It’s only a ten-minute drive so I was home within an hour.

“Do you know why you’re here?” asked the sonographer. “Not a clue,” I replied, which was true because I’ve had several scans this year - ultrasound, CT and two MRI scans - and I’ve slightly lost track of what each one was for.

Further to last week’s post about Jeffrey Archer, I have been reading the late peer’s prison diaries which he wrote while in jail for perjury.

They’re rather good and reaffirm my long-held belief that few things could be worse than being sent to jail, especially a Category A prison such as Belmarsh in London.

Don’t you just hate it when someone, usually your other half, says, out of the blue, “I need your birth certificate. Where is it?”, and you have to confess you have no idea.

Thankfully, that question proved redundant yesterday because after looking under the bed it turned out that my wife has a file where she keeps important documents (including some of mine) so I didn’t have to spend all day unpacking the many boxes I keep in the garage.

Whatever you think of Jeffrey Archer, who has died suddenly, aged 86, you can’t argue that he had an extraordinary life - athlete, politician, author, jailbird, and charity fundraiser (to name just a few).

It says a lot about the man that, even on the eve of his death, he was busy promoting what he described as his “final” book. This weekend he was due to attend the Cheltenham Literary Festival and later this month he was going to be interviewed by Lord Hannan, director of the Institute of Economic Affairs.