as we say in our car, home again, home again, jiggety jog. (it's a nursery rhyme)

looking out of the plane was fabulous - the bristol channel, the mountains of north wales, liverpool - including both football grounds for those of us to whom that's important, and even our favourite service station on the M6. (err...that's a bit sad..)

the minute the taxi door was open, the kids disappeared to play with friends. i had to go to work to help out for a while then went to fopp for a birthday present. it's a hard gig that one - i stand in front of the £5 rack not sure what's cool and what's not, and end up buying books instead of cds on the principle that i know a bit more about them... turned out the birthday boy was very pleased so that was good. we then saw him play his gig and get a birthday cake from Eddi (the singer) and everyone sang happy birthday.