Have decided that if another person goes in before me I shall protest. Previous queue jumper has just emerged. Shortly followed by consultant who has uttered my name.

No sign of consultant. Trying again. I decided that this year I would purchase a blanket of fairy lights for the tree in the hope that it would stop me obsessing about symmetry and balance for twelve days. Or more , as I have been forced into early purchase of tree by offspring pointing out…

If I start typing a new post the consultant will miraculously appear to peer at my knee. I have just had it x-rayed. This is a bit odd as he should have access to the scan I had done in September. I am hideously over excited at prospect of getting a new knee. I think…

Best Beloved and I are making like the youth of today and visiting the gym together. Not so much a date night. More of a date afternoon squished in before the place is overrun by teenagers and small people soggy from swimming lessons. I am peddling away in glorious silence as my ear buds haven’t…

A handful of labour MPs are making like Tory backbenchers again, throwing their hands up because the government has abandoned its plans for Day One Workers Rights. I can’t help feeling that this is one of those nice idea in theory policies but with awkward consequences. There is a strong argument to stop companies dismissing…

Term time hump… it seems that even when you teach part time in sessions rather than full days in the classroom there is a point in the term when you are just knackered. In anticipation of my evening online class last night I set my phone alarm to 6.45. Just in case I got so…

Salman Rushdie has just selected Walk on the Wild Side on Desert Island Discs. Apparently he had Lou Reed’s phone number. Well, it is quite filthy. And I quote, “Candy came from out on the Island In the backroom, she was everybody’s darling But she never lost her head Even when she was giving head”…