never lose my sense of wonder

I wrote this on a postcrossing postcard and I going to send it to a happy 18 year old Polish girl…

Sleep never comes to claim me,
When I lie struggling against the night,
The hot breathlessness won’t let me free,
The darkness pierced only by a solitary light,
The sounds of silence deafens me,
When will my consciousness stop the fight,
Pour me a whiskey and read me a book,
Tonight will be a long one,
Good night, and Good Luck.

I should explain that I was jetlagged and down in the mouth after going back to work but that it still no excuse to inflict vogan style poetry on innocent people…

I met my niece for the third time and was amazed by her again – this is the first time I have ever really got to experience a baby growing up. It is incredible. The most scary thing that I can imagine but the most wonderful too.

She blows the best raspberries.

She is 9 months now.

... conservative MP and now celebrity writer travelling on a Virgin train from Birmingham in the standard class quiet coach.

I would have loved to say Hello but there is something so impolite about invading somebodies privacy in that way.

I checked that by brane-head was correct though by subtley chatting to a fellow passenger as we left the train and she agreed – although rather shamingly I think we might not have been out of earshot and he turned around.

... after winning the Ashes and then staying out on a all night drinking session. He looked like the most drunk man in the world ever – bless.

Hurrah for us winning the Ashes – truely a source of wonder for all us Brits