...which I always thought would be a great title for a memoir.  But I found out yesterday that the very lovely people at the very excellent homeless and housing charity Shelter have accepted my application for a charity place in the 2009 London Marathon.  So, I'll be running it next year and counting on your pennies and pounds to raise money for a very good cause.

I've run two marathons before, one each in London and Dublin, and they're brilliant.  The most uncynical, moving, wonderful things I've ever been a part of.  11 months to prepare, so I ran 10K last night.  Today, I'm tired.

I'm also packing up the house, though not before taking a quick break to see the new Indiana Jones flick.  It doesn't exactly make oodles of sense (how, for example, are the Crystal Skulls supposed to let the Russians take over the world?) and is pleasant enough.  But ask me in a week, I'll bet I'll have forgotten almost all of it.