Seal of approval

Got up at 4.30 am to take the Girl Racer to Stanstead, or Essex International, home of the ugly tattoo, bald head and tasteless shorts. She's gone to Spain to surf and do yoga. Not at the same time of course, you'd be sick.

Finally got our house back today. Scout in particular approves of the new green sofas.

Started to feel rough in Guildford where we were shopping for clocks and kitchen roll holders, and by 5.30 was lying in bed shivering and aching and having fevered dreams. Woke up and dragged myself out of bed at 9.30 pm to help with Dylan hunting. Now feel nauseous as well and ready to drop, and annoyed at having missed another night's great world cup footie.

Oh bed, here I come ...