Today is Thursday. For some reason I've liked Thursdays ever since I was old enough to know or care what day of the week it was. The sun has shone constantly here in West London. Everyone in my far-flung family - and there are a lot of them - is, as far as I'm aware (which is acutely) - healthy, solvent and reasonably happy. The car that I drive is reliable, quick and looks good. I found out a couple of weeks ago that rather than having to move this July I can stay on in my flat indefinitely. A week on Saturday I'm going on holiday to Barbados with Kay for a fortnight. This afternoon (and most of yesterday) I built this web site from scratch and though I say so myself I'm pretty pleased with it. In April I'll be mounting my first ever one-man show in central London; an exhibition of 30 photographs, mostly taken last year on a trip to Borneo, Bali and New Zealand, with a smattering from England and Ireland. I can't wait.

"That's all very well" I hear you say. And who wouldn't?

There's always a 'but' isn't there? I usually manage to find one - plump and ripe for the picking - swollen like a blister ready to pop. Something to criticise, feel a bit guilty about, get a resentment towards. A crackle on the speaker, a stone in the shoe, the 'priority' on the To Do list that fails to get ticked and has to appear on the next one. It's 5:30 now and the light's fading. I'm not fond of dusk - it makes me uneasy. But it's Thursday, and a few lively tits are flitting in the tree outside my window. What's going on for you? Care to comment? I hope it's all very well.