Bloody trains. Didn’t make it into work at all yesterday as the overhead lines were down. What a royal pain. As if it wasn’t bad enough having to travel to work with the scum of the earth every day I have now been booted into touch altogether and told I can’t go to work at all. If I lived somewhere else I could have a car and then be as environmentally and socially unfriendly as I liked – driving to work in my little metal personal space cube. Sounds pretty good actually.

Cooking dinner tonight and remembered that Shazzer eats absolutely nothing that I’m cooking. Don’t know what to do – having a crisis about it. As far as I can see the only thing she can eat is plain chicken breasts. Oh well, so be it . . .