Welcome back, days of British Summer Time. Clocks changed on Saturday and suddenly the day was rife with light. Maybe not sunlight, but light nonetheless. Ah, the long days and the chance to work a day and still enjoy the light on your face in the garden of some pub.

Reading the Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown which despite an annoying tendency to attach an adjective to everything is engrossing.

Listening to Franz Ferdinand.

Enjoying Moulton & Brown templetree bath gel.

Getting ready for John and Jason's visit.

Starting to think about summer holidays.

I was enjoying our office view of the Thames until I read that it's a potential weakness for terrorist strikes. Great. Glad I sit on the Strand side of the building. It's unlikely that they would hit around here what with the Parliament downstream and Canary Wharf upstream.

I wondered if either Bush or Blair are nervous about the surprise win in Spain by the Socialist party which is spending it's first days in office withdrawing troops from Iraq. Spain was one of Britain's closest allies in the lead up to the war and there aren't many now in the EU who would believe countries that seem to have gotten their intelligence so badly formed.

Spent last night in the elegant bar at the Cinnamon Club drinking to a colleague's bon voyage. But my heart wasn't in it. I was, instead, thinking about a conversation Kirsten and I were having. She's tackling life head on - marriage, pregnancy, new house. I feel positively stuck in the mud and seeing very few ways out of it, or rather many ways of indeterminate effect. Vaguely unhappy in life, but realising it's quite possible I'd remain so for years -- going through the motions, doing what has to be done, missing romance, and reminding myself to be satisfied with little things.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

I'm trying not to be one of those people who never keep their blogs up-to-date but it happens, you know?

Robert's in town keeping me liquored up. Over-indulged in the weekend and dragged my arse to the gym to make up for it.

Watched two fantastic films: Belleville Rendez-vous and Goodbye Lenin. Goodbye Lenin made me yearn for the late 80s. And strangely interested in Berlin post-reunification. Belleville has stunning characterisation and a theme song that stays glued to your brain.