I've just cut and pasted to Word a great chunk of stuff I wrote here this evening - too stoned, will have to look in the morning. Too long without writing. So only some pics from my visit to ED, from which I have just returned.

At last a shot from my static car, sat in traffic on the fucking M25, of a plane coming in at Heathrow on that specific, less used runway where they are this close:



Now, of course, I want a better shot than that, but it may take me another two or three years.

Me and my girl:



We went to Uxbridge, which she liked, as she's a townie, which I tend to forget because the rest of us are all a bit tree-huggy. She's not. She always preferred concrete under her feet - maybe there was always less steadiness in her legs, maybe the MS was always there a bit. Anyway, she also likes noise and crowds and eavesdropping and so do I.

Here's a bit of art deco flim flam on the roof of the tube station:



I am grateful for: my health; my kids; a flurry of support on facebook when I couldn't get myself in the car yesterday and Bloke, who usually gets me going, was driving off on a long journey; being home again; early night

xxxx