What I want to know is: who is the one-woman environmental disaster who sits in her car by Ravenscourt Park each morning, with the engine running, windows down, smoking a fag and talking on her phone? Every morning. The pine tree air freshener dangling from the mirror is a nice touch, too.

This morning I saw a 50 or so year old man scrunching a checked shirt into the Oxfam recycling bin. Thought, ooh, that's good of him. Then wondered darkly, if it had lipstick on its collar.

Apart from climate change and oil running out, the thing I hate most in life is taking down and putting up shower curtains.

It seems about time to shake this blog right out of its dozy semi-retirement. It's been so long that I can't remember if I've mulled this over on here before, but, have you ever noticed how many people sniff the moment after they've done something embarrassing, like tripping up?