The Catie has landed

Down to Gatwick this morning to pick up Catie, back from her conquest of Canada. She's had a great time and can't wait till she goes back, which will be for a month at Xmas.

Sitting over a large black coffee, waiting for her flight to arrive, I escaped into one of Jeff Lindsay's Dexter novels. Next to me were several members of the repugnant Orange Order loudly expounding their particular version of the immoral, vicious creed known as Christianity. Apparently their magical imaginary friend is bigger and better than anyone else's magical imaginary friend. The horrific adventures of my favourite literary serial killer seemed almost wholesome by comparison. A pox on all their houses.