Brussels author’s sexcapades revealed

For the first and last time, I’ve got the painters in. The stress is palpable. Girls, I feel your pain.

Speaking of pain, I put my back out at the weekend shifting sixty-odd boxes up and down the street “to save the removals men the trouble”. Tsk. Thankfully the Chelsea Tractor (which still doesn’t fit in the garage) is a beast and stood up to the task.

I’ve been getting a bit of grief for being an urban 4×4 owner. I say stop beefing. I only use it to go to the shops. Not much environmentally unfriendly about that.

Mrs K turns thirty on Friday. We’re going to New York to celebrate. Unlike The Author, who got lucky, I’m not sure I’ll have my stay catalogued in any glossy magazines …

In other news, since the untimely demise of The Sprout, to which yours truly occasionally contributed, I’ve noticed this little blog has sprung up. Could it be the same people? Made me laugh anyway …