Child, I am not your father.

There was a distressing moment a few seconds ago when I was walking towards the house from the Spar and a middle aged mother with a pram said to her small child: 'there's daddy' and looked at me. It took me some time to realise that she was actually looking at the van which was driving up behind me. For a while there I thought I was going to have to have the unique experience of telling a confused child that I was not, in fact, his father after all.

I now have some headphones for my mp3 player that don't come out every time I move my facial muscles. This means I have the combined unique luxuries of being able to walk to lectures whilst listening to my music and being able to greet people as they pass.

As you will no doubt be able to read in Lucy and Tim's blog as well, we are going for our first Dartmoor walk tommorrow. It should be excellent, and I am very much looking forward to it. Tonight there's hall group (I've managed to fit a clip from Finding Nemo into the bible study which has got to be a good thing) and then I'm off to have a drink and a natter with James Bulleid.