Given that Lucy claimed to be disorganised and dislike surprises, it was only right for me to be organised and surprising today by 'turning up' in good old Cofton Hackett (No thanks to the bus that threw me off early because it's a Sunday and they don't go all the way on Sundays. Pah.) I consider it an educational trip - did you know that the local church was built in 1330 by Robert de Leycester? No? Well now you do!

Slight difficulty getting back. Well, the megabus was an hour late and also decided to pick up survivors from some earlier coach disaster on the way, leaving us all rushing to catch the last of the Tube trains in London. An unusually low count of nutcases about though - only approached by one crazy guy asking for money and chewing something that I really hope was edible.

While I was away the family watched the final Top of the Pops - end of an institution? Mlur... well, yes it is, albeit not one I was ever really that into. Probably just born too late for it, since TOTP2 always struck me as the more interesting programme. If you got bored with the music, there were the hairstyles!

Oh, and the girls (Mum, Tash and Katie) are off to Tanzania on Friday leaving the boys (Dad and moi) to fend for ourselves. I predict we'll go camping or something, and end up trying to light a fire with twigs. Either that or pizza takeaways? Mmm... yes, I've given myself an idea there!