Today started at 12 noon when I prised myself out of bed, and wrapped myself in some smart clothes for a belated birthday meal at the Jarvis. It wasn't anything fantastically posh, and it wasn't all the family, but it was decent food although the wine sent me to sleep and I felt like I really was getting old already.

Presents were unwrapped; I got a proper watch, a voucher for doing something adventurous, Clarkson's new book, Blackadder on DVD and the list of places to go before you die, so I'm not going to be without things to do (especially reading material) in this next week.

Tomorrow I'm back to Loughborough, in the meanwhile it's mostly an existence of cake and TV. Not bad really.