Knackering Knackered today after a weekend of putting together bedroom furniture for the new baby, suffice to say if anyone needs some long screws (I obviously have a couple left over) or an allen key then I am your man - email me at the address over there with sensible offers only. The instructions were slightly better than IKEA, but clearly only meant for chemical physicists with a knack for DIY.

Nonetheless despite a couple of tantrums and filling a couple of swear boxes they look alright, in fact I was just staring into the room very dreamily before I sat down to write this and it does make the whole thing v-e-r-y r-e-a-l especially when my Bermudian brethren and his lovely other half gave birth to a fantastic looking son on Friday evening, a couple of weeks early. Gulp. However despite rumours of naming him after Saturday's first goalscorer they decided against Christian and my suggestion of Killer and went with Evan.

This morning I went for an annual medical or physical as the Americans call it, and can I say a prostrate examination doesn't quite work like a bowl of Ready Brek in the morning to brush away the Monday blues. Anyhow cholesterol is too high and I need to keep of the cheese. I was wondering if Laughing Cows count because I have been quite into them recently. Any doctors out there with advice?

Work is reasonably calm, so Dave will be pleased to know I thought it about time I went on some travels again. I will be back in my old stamping ground of Chicago next week and I can't bloody wait. Apart from a 24-hour stopover in February I have not been in the Windy City for over a year. I leave here next Monday and will be in Chicago until Friday, after which I will meet up with my other half and her bump in New York for one last fling together.  ¶ 21:37