After a sunshiney-sparkly day spent by the Thames, decided to nest home alone. Got fidgety so went to the shop to buy Private Eye, an Observer and the New Statesman. Came back with Elle Decoration (free Toast catalogue), Glamour (free CD) and a chocolate Aero. It was worth leaving my cosy flat just for the night sky so bright that I could see the vapour trails of passing planes.


It's Sunday so may as well carp on about God a bit.


Oh and war starts tomorrow, allegedly. Am I the only person who's actually a bit scared by that?