Songs of innocence and of experience

I haven't seen the stepson for about four weeks... since I left for Redemption, in fact. He hasn't been about, I've had no idea where he's been during the intervening time. A small pile of mail has been accumulating for him.

I went out at about eleven this morning, and returned at about four this afternoon.

He's been in, he's sorted out his mail, he's used the shower, he's gone again. At some point between when I went out and when I got back in.

I've got no idea where he's gone, nor when I'll see him next.

Ah well.

Note to self. After cooking pasta, the correct destination for the boiling water is down the sink, and not down the cook.

Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch

Having been prodded elsewhere with questions like "for heaven's sake man, where's your sense of urgency", I'm now prompted to announce plans for my 42nd birthday.

You'll recall, no doubt, my earlier poll, wherein it emerged that the most popular date is September 22nd. I still haven't decided what we'll actually be doing.

I'm aware that some people find that date difficult; whichever date I choose will cause trouble for someone. It'll mean that I'll have to skip a White Table in Reading and a convention in Denmark, for example. My apologies for those of you concerned.

Other than the date, my announcement of plans comprises... umm... no plans at all yet. Ahem. But I've now fixed the date, so there.