Today my older brother visits with his enormously pregnant wife, Eleanor. I have not see him since the wedding – it is a matter of self-preservation for the both of us, lest we drink ourselves into madness.
Update: It is early morning. I vomited onto the front petunias.
Further update: Saw Mrs Blair & Mr Kray leave number 2614 together. Shall investigate when England kindly refrains from spinning.