I'm typing this in the new flat where, after an evening of beavering, stress, and a small amount of vomiting from Lisa, we're now fully moved in. Apart from all the stuff we've left behind. As I write this, Lisa's still asleep, and Amelie's chatting to herself in her new cotbed. I can hear her saying "Toys! Toys!", so she's obviously noticed all the stuff my Mum unpacked last night. The good news is she's got her own room, so despite knowing she's awake, I can legitimately ignore her until lunchtime.

I discovered at 11:15pm last night that I didn't have a toothbrush, but the good news is it didn't matter because we had no toothpaste either. I also couldn't find where my Mum had put the toilet rolls. But apart from that, it's like a home from home.

Anyhoo, I need to pop down the road for the sake of my oral health, but in the meantime, here's the third instalment in my series of high-speed road movies. I'd call it a trilogy, but there's every chance I'll ignore popular opinion and make more. This was my journey to Horsham Hospital on Thursday morning. It would be a lot shorter if I wasn't stuck behind a lorry for half of it...


If you're wondering (and I know you're not), the music's by Ruth. I'll just pause for a moment while the world says "Who?". That first song's called 'Where is the One?', and to answer its own question, for the past seven years there's only been one website in the known universe where you can find the music for it. It's this one. And if I didn't have arthritis in my little fingers, I'd play it for you. Be grateful for small mercies.