A truncated tale of two brothers...

David: Mummy, that weird boy is following me again.

Mummy Miliband: Don't worry David he's...

David: But he followed me to school...

Mummy Miliband: But...

David: Then he followed me to university...

Mummy Miliband: Yes I know David, bu...

David: He did the same course as me.

Mummy Miliband: Now look!

David: And now he follows me to work... I can't even go for a piss!

Mummy Miliband: Yes I know! But he's your younger brother Ed. Please be nice to him. He has no friends.

David: He's a twat! Is he autistic? Have you seen him clapping? Has he got a cold? Can he not blow his nose?

Mummy Miliband: How can you say those things David? He's your brother!

David: I didn't. It's just what all the others are saying...

An invitation for a walk...

I've been invited on a photographic walk. Along the Thames path from Teddington to the Thames Barrier. AND I CAN'T GO!

Busy boy at the minute! But it certainly has given me an idea for something to do in the next few weeks... I was 'speaking' to the organiser and she said words to the effect of 'Walking in winter is just too cold!'... for me, that is the perfect time for walking along the river.

The river at winter is lovely.

Pictures to follow...

Some thoughts...

Like I said, just some thoughts (and some observations in no particular order)...

My mum came to stay for a few days today. I love her and am really glad to see her but, why is it that I have already marked on the calendar the day she goes back home?

I don't normally, but this year I did. I have been hearing some music around for a while and liked it and thought to myself 'Need to get that...'. And then they go and win The Mercury Prize! Yep... The XX. So I bought it. Their CD. It's good! Actually better than that... like Interpol or Joy Division. But more dreamy.

Today will be nine years since those towers fell. I remember it. It'll also be nine years since I was stood on top of  Mount Vesuvius...

Today I am going to apply for a new passport. It's been too long. It's time to get back on that plane.

The early bird...

This is the second morning in a row that I been up since just after 6.00am. In truth, I've been awake for ages moving around the bed in periodic spasms, until I got bored of that. So I got up to do some stuff.

First thing? Coffee. Black, unsweetened.

Second thing? What is morning, (early morning!), TV actually like? Let me tell you? It's rubbish...

Third thing? Some chores. You know? The quiet stuff you do everyday. But why is it when you try to keep the noise down, the 'Gods of making all things slip, fall, crash, rustle, creak, bang, whistle etc' form a conspiracy? The neighbours must think there is an orchestra tuning up in the kitchen...

I've given up doing the chores until later. Until then, I'll enjoy this coffee while watching TV. Brilliant.

Still waiting...

Can you believe this? Still no reply from Marlow Rowing Club to the email I sent to them. Do they not know the depth of my rowing talent?!!

Oh well...