Up with the lark in Edgware with Mum and Mas. Toast, coffee and multivitamins. Managed to scarper for work before Mason's second cup of coffee took hold and the conversation really flows. Still a surprise that the journey from North London to work took a few minutes longer than the journey from Brighton.

Walked past the scene of a drugs related murder near where my mum lives. It happened when Toby was over. Horrible things happen in the blandest of places, and over a very small sum of money. A poignant scene.

Work busy, and me snappy and stressed most of the day. Best part was snatching a conversation with MJ who was staying with Weezer after their vigil in support of Cindy Sheehan who is waiting patiently outside Bush's ranch for an explanation of why America is at war.

In the evening went out with Kate, Matty and Paul -- with Matt H and Taranjit coming too -- to the Thatched House where we ate piles of food. Me and Kate sawing into steaks, which Kate said were as big as her face. Paul on fairly good form having picked up a bit more work lately. Matt H and Taranjit jolly company. Felt full of glowing affection for my friends especially Katie and that nice Matty boy.

Eventually the seagull on the wind was heard and I set off for Brighton, dozing on the train but having enough energy to message my baby before climbing gratefully, and very late, into bed.