A week is a long time in notpolitics

Braunwin arrives in a week. I'm not sure if it's seemly for boys to blog about this sort of thing, but 4 months is far, far too long to be away from someone you love. Though if it weren't for my warm-hearted employers (who read this occasionally, thus the crawly nature of the last clause) I wouldn't see her more than twice a year, and that would be no fun.

The tricky bit is figuring out what we're going to do for three weeks. Not because London doesn't have three weeks worth of entertainment, but because we've already been invited to a wedding, a garden party and a surprise birthday party, and I intend to drag her out to the Ealing Jazz Festival as much as possible, and we want to see museums, music things, and sit by the river and in the parks, and all sorts of other things. And go to Alton Towers. And when I start to think about when we're going to do it all, three weeks doesn't seem nearly long enough.