She's Still, She's Still, Julia from the Block

So after two days of swimming and sun, Rosie and I found ourselves in Ma's front garden, drinking a rather posh bottle of Chardonnay and playing a darkness-friendly modification of the Rizla game with my brother and his girlfriend. It was a good night.

Don't forget the 'block party'! I've never been to a 'block party' before - it's a party on a block. There was lemonade and pasta salads and melon soup (???) and a raffle where you could win three tickets to the Nickelodeon ride at the Mall of America. We're going there this evening, but we didn't enter the raffle.

I'm currently eating amazing scrambled eggs and bacon as created by My Brother The Chef (who knew?). They are absolutely delicious.

I'm eating a banana!

My food wins. Mum's three cats are stalking around and eying my food, but they can't have any. Earlier Jackson played the piano for us, so maybe I ought to share. The piano movers, by the way, were the most cross people I've ever met in my life.

Not as cross as the Official Dick at the airport...

Alright, this time you win. The only time I saw the piano mover smile was when I handed him a check for rather more money than we'd initially thought the move would cost. (I've been dictating to Rose by the way, just while I was eating... remind me to get a PA, it's awesome.) At any rate, we're hanging out with Dana for a while and then off to that monument to capitalism, the Mall of America, which by the way is not large enough already and is being expanded, to spend money on Stuff. My inner materialist is dancing with joy at the thought of the corridors and corridors of consumer heaven which we will be enshrouded in like a plastic cuddle.

On a more serious note, our thoughts today are with Ollie, who this morning locked his keys in the flat. I'm taking it as a big romantic gesture that says "I Cannot Live Without You".