First post of the month - hurrah! No, that's not right, I am not at all the sort of person to say 'hurrah'.

Last night I saw Adrift. Good movie and all, but why didn't they think of the obvious plan? You know, wait until the baby's about 3 years old, then call out instructions for her to climb aboard the deck and press the button to release the ladder. Easy-peasy.

Yesterday was my little brother's birthday. I didn't buy him anything, partly because I'm sore that he never played the CD I made him last year, which I spent ages putting together, and partly because we rarely get one another anything, because we don't really know each other anymore. We're both very moody, up and down, hot and cold.

In fact, he just walked in a few minutes ago and said, "Remember when we used to go into London all the time and do things?", and it was sorta sad, outta the blue, 'cos we did used to be very close. Actually, it is nice when you get him something and he loves it - for instance, one of the stupid things I got him at Christmas was a key-ring with Mr T's voice. He absolutely loved it, he thought it was the funniest thing ever, he was whooping in this shrill, girly laugh he has. He's a sweetheart but I don't know how to help him with the problems he's got. Nor, I expect, would he want me to.

Today I have to:
a) write a review of a film that I didn't like, but which most people do, which is always fun.
b) start work on a course I'm helping to teach.
c) watch a reputedly disgusting film.
d) make time for some more all-singing, all-dancing posts on this blog.