At noon yesterday the nation ground to a halt for two minutes to remember the victims of last week's bombings conducted, it transpires, by British citizens from Leeds. A bunch of sad and nondescript lads too.

The idea was for the two minutes of silence to be held on the streets as a kind of gesture of owning London again. The people from the office spilled outside, as if it were some kind of fire drill. I stood on the nearby Fulham Palace Road instead, which for the most part stopped in the two minutes. One or two people walking and a few motorbikes moving through the otherwise stationary traffic.

More importantly for me and MJ... Yesterday MJ told the children that they would be moving to England. Jack ran away for twenty minutes and Kate burst into tears for two minutes. But by the end of the day MJ seemed quite reassured that they were okay. It may be that being presented with something that is no longer negotiable will be better all round.

Funny note from Johanna, after the plane missing episode, about MJ needing to be dragooned. MJ indignant of course.

MJ an alarming correspondent yesterday, subjects included the sensing of ghostly presences looking over her shoulder, and getting so angry with her gnome of a lodger that she couldn't breathe. Most alarmingly of all was the fact that she sent me an email with a DOG on it.

Went to bed early last night due to a slight fever. Woke up after nine hours of sleep feeling somewhat better this morning. Slipped off to my dentist down on Strand on the Green who gave me a good scraping and told me my gnashers were in good shape. Nice to walk along the river there near where I used to live. Very beautiful.

At work... and now back to writing about co-morbidities.