Don't say that woman's name.

I hit 49 yesterday so today marks the beginning of my fiftieth year on the planet. I thought I might as well capture it because it ain't coming round again.

On Tuesdays, I go to Ashford. Each week, I get off the train and at the station wait for the bus to take me to the drop-in centre where I see service-users. It's crossed my mind more than once that it would be useful to have one of these. But then I look at the plastic bags which people use to cover the saddles and I remember the English weather and think perhaps not.