Greenbelt

Management Monday

"I hope the champagne will appear on you blog," Pip said as we descended the escalators into Liverpool Street tonight. From the station concourse drunken voices lifted to the roof, calling on Sweet Chariots to carry them home. I'm on my chariot: the 2330 to Norwich. I'll be home just as Radio Four switches over to the World Service.

Personal

No pressure

Wonderful news from my sister Ruth this weekend: she's pregnant!

Of course this is fantastic in its own right, but doubly so for me since it means Mum will concentrate on that rather than trying to marry me off. The pressure's off for a year or so and I couldn't be happier for everyone.