I think there is something like a lullaby feel to this shot. That’s kind of where I am tonight, having had a strange day.

I met Colin at Paddington early this morning and we travelled down to Cornwall together, arriving at lunchtime.

Since then, Colin has done some snoozing while I checked out progress on a number of things – size of tomatoes on tomato plants, new flowers on courgette and potato plants, broccoli with lots of leaves…..all sorts of stuff has happened while I’ve been away, including swapping the sheep I left behind yesterday on ‘our moor’ for comedy clown naked sheep – you know the ones. They’re standing there absolutely starkers, looking like they’re doing Kenny Everett’s best ‘oh Michael, all my clothes fell off’. Yep – I go away for one night and the sheep have all done the equivalent of a drunken stag-night and had all of their bodily hair removed. Somehow I doubt it was by choice.

We’ve both been nursing hangovers, that ALWAYS is an outcome of a night with Paul. Lots of water and fruit have been consumed on the train, along with lots of pulp fiction in the shape of a daily paper.

I get depressed so easily about the news. I suppose because most of it’s about politicians and ‘celebrities’ rather than real news. Today was no exception. I got treated to a thing about how Sven (Goran Erikson) isn’t in love with David Beckham…..you could’ve fooled me!!! There was loads of this sort of boring old tosh but somehow my addled brain couldn’t cope with my new book – which I’m led to believe is something rather wonderful, if frightening – see, I’m getting better, I wouldn’t have chosen this six months ago – I couldn’t have faced it.

We’ve been out on a jaunt tonight, to the theatre (open air) and for a meal. It was grand (in the Northern sense, not the Buck House sense).

We arrived home just in time to switch on that cheeky chappie of all cheeky chappies, Jonathan Woss. His guests (with one exception) were a bit spesh tonight – Bruce Willis, Martina Navratilova and David Cameron…..guess which one wasn’t spesh??!!

You see I can’t abide him. I think he’s even better at pulling the wool over our eyes than most….and let’s face it, we’ve been duped plenty of times already. He’s so ‘Tony Bliar’ it’s not true – a real master of the soundbite. What really infuriates me is the whole ‘family thing’. He’s so right to suppose he’s going to win votes by being ‘family friendly’ because let’s face it, us childless folks are in the (very small) minority. We’re the forgotten ones who are expected to keep on drudging away like worker bees or ants until we keel over when no-one will give a flying f*ck if we live or die. In fact, probably the tax payers of the day will be glad to be shot of us. After all what have we ever done for society? Nothing, of course, that’s right.

We’ve not had kids, not taken loads of time off work, not got good educations just to squander them by not working….nah – we should just be cast aside, the whip cracked and set going on another year of paying loads of dosh into the government’s pocket so they can give more tax breaks and more down time to parents. Yep – that sounds like the way to go, I’m in for that one.

I'm not saying I'm against families in any way, simply that every person has a choice about whether to become a parent and therefore I see no reason why I should have to fund that lifestyle. I see no reason why money out of my pocket should go towards giving every baby in the land born £250 (if that's still the right sum, it wouldn't surprise me to find it's gone up again) or to give longer maternity/paternity leave or whatever.

Sorry - rant over!

Go to sleep, go to sleep, you’re my very own baby……there's something rather HG Wells about all of this.

Last year my lensbaby was just peachy!