A trip to the Gallery of Modern Art today to see the Doho Suh exhibition, looking at what Home means. Utterly stunning, go, if you have the chance.

I was there with Meg and wee Cal, and we all loved it. He was on sparkling form, full of cheeky grins and laughter.

Outside was blue skies and sun, but the windchill factor brought the temperature down to flipping cold.

There is a beautiful grass area outside the gallery with a sculpture by Charles Jencks. When I arrived, it was closed to the public, yet opened when we left. Do sculptures have a lunch break? I can't fathom why they have gated and fenced it off. Here, instead, is the beautiful pattern of stoned just beside the gate.

Having used a postal vote, I felt a bit let down today, not going into the polling station. I've spoken to so many people who are engaged and ready for the long, overdue change.