I took Amelie to Lidl this morning for some kitchen rolls. Obviously once I start my new job, we'll be getting them from Marks & Spencer, and they'll be fairtrade and organic, but for now it's Lidl all the way. We only popped in for the one item, so having got outside and loaded the two bulging carrier bags full of impulse buys onto the handles of the buggy, I set off slowly for home along Eastern Road. Whereupon I crossed a side street and came face to face with an AAH van.

AAH are the UK's leading pharmaceutical wholesaler, and I've spent the past fourteen months answering the door to them twice a day. So to see the chap again was quite poignant. And if he'd run me over and I'd needed life-saving drugs, it would have meant even more.

On the subject of work, I rang my new boss this morning to ask what time he wants me to start on Monday. I got through to his receptionist, who asked who I was, so I gave her my name, and was just about to launch into an explanation of who I am, when she said "Oh, Phil! Hello!". I haven't even started yet, and they all know who I am. I feel like Susan Boyle.

Anyhoo, I've got the rest of the week off, so Lisa, Amelie and I are going to my parents' for a night. We're leaving Chloe home alone, but I'm confident she won't starve. She's far more likely to die of heatstroke. In the meantime, here's a photo of Am from last Sunday...


We need to get onto the modelling agencies quick before she stops looking like her father.