Oscar Dribble

Okay - so much for staying up all night for the Oscars. Woke on the sofa around 6 o'clock with a cricked neck and a string of dribble down my shirt. Good job Lisa [my partner] is away for a few days.

Strange word 'partner', something wild west about it. Never quite know what to use. Definitely not 'wife'. I still like 'girlfriend' which feels quaintly romantic. 'Spouse' - no no.... 'Mother of my child' - whilst being true, just sounds cold.

Saw the beautiful speechless girl again today after taking Stanley to school. Unfortunately I was still wearing the dribble shirt. Probably a good job we didn't start communicating wildly this morning, what with one thing and another.

Dangerous ground.