One day, all bookshops you go into will look like this - or at least variants thereof.

I know we've all seen this before, but if I put it here, I won't have to go looking for it again.

Head down at the moment on various larger projects. There's not a whole lot to say when you're doing nothing but pounding out words one after the other. Perhaps 'pounding' is a slight exaggeration but there are definitely words - and they do come one after the other.

Daughter number one has got a Portuguese exchange student staying with her this week - which is fun and gives me some insight into what life as a taxi driver might be like. Apparently they got dropped home from school yesterday by 'boys' in a 'car'. Great. I have officially entered Hank Moody territory lock, stock and two smoking barrels. Daughter number two meanwhile is 'girl about town' - hitting the West-End of London last night for Matilda, there's a sleepover tomorrow night and another one at somewhere else on Saturday and I believe there was something mentioned about ice-skating somewhere along the line but I kind of lost track along the way. Day by day is about all I have to offer right now. Shall we throw in taking Hector swimming at the weekend? Like, in a proper pool for dogs that humans have to wear wetsuits for to join in? Why not - it's on the radar.

Somewhere amongst all of this, I'm rebuilding my magazine to keep up with the demands of the twenty first century and - well, you might as well go back to the first paragraph and repeat after that, but that's OK. There's a time to mend your sails and a time to hit the open water - I think that's the expression.

The sun is out - no better time to fix your sails.

More - and proper news - tomorrow.