Up for work, and a decent work load this week, and into the delicious warmmorning sunshine. Drive over to Oxford to pick up S, after a hiatus oabout a month. He is fine, still reeling in the dosh with his kids parties. Drive back from a five hour marathon and out with M for a couple of hours. Both of them are cool and stress free. M is a revelation He was a disaster to start with but now shows a lot of competence.
At home, H is tired and rabid, and makes a comment about being sick on looking at babies on TV:- a reference to my dvd project, to which I take great offence and lt her know about it. A frost descends on a perfect summer's evening. I had planned another bike ride but am very tired and keep pushing it backwards until it is too late. Think about an early ride tomorrow am. We shall see!
The cyclone toll in Burma grows. Foreign aid workers are denied access due to lack of visas for fuck's sake. In the states the final two democrat primaries beckon, and against all odds Hilary has muscled her way back into contention. It's going to the wire. The only worry is that the one man certain to gain from the contest is John McCain, who originally was cast as a non hoper but is now reckoned to be in with a chance against whichever.
Boris has now been in charge for 3 days and London still seems to be there. Long odds against that! Cazza meanwhile turns his attention to Crewe. As we now all Etonians have a place in their heart for the collections of sidings and marshalling yards of Cheshire, and no one can think for a moment that his arrival there has anything to do with the imminent by election.
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