Today I'm proud of my son because he had his first spell in nursery school. My wife was with him for the morning, so nothing heartbreaking happened and he did well. The alloted time in three different rooms didn't sit well with him, regimentation means nothing to an ignorant free spirit. He ran from one room to the next, clutching toy cars like he was a pirate who'd stumbled upon an open chest.
His first painting is crap, but there's time to work on that.
My photographer friend Magnus reawakened my interest in the therapy of blogs, they really do soothe a racing mind.
His snaps are great, the best I've seen by an Arsenal-supporting Swede.
I feel like I should say more about my job, but I'll leave that until next time.