The nights draw in

So it's started to get dark early here... and while it's still 20c during the day, at night that falls to 4c and the air takes on that crisp, toffee apple, bonfire crackle that you remember from being a kid.

The glow from behind the windows of stores and restaurants is almost hypnotic, drawing you in. Though for waistline and wallet we're trying to resist.

It means that Jude and I are spending more and more time in front of the TV and less and less walking the canals (for pleasure, not trade) but the cool thing is that as we slump in front of another season of The Biggest Loser we're often interrupted by the kick of the baby, saying 'enjoy this while you can, it's about to change'

Well that's what we take it for anyway. It's amazing how you project onto an unborn kid. When I think if baby (can't say the name here, can't say the name) I have a vision of a long, curly blonde haired, free spirited, rock 'n' roll, hippie baby that's one part Jude, one part Joplin, one part Michael Hutchence and one part Hair. I have to get with the program and also imagine a pocket protector loving, math nerd that's one part PeeWee, one part Screech., one part me I guess. But that's hard man, it's hard.