Monday

The heat breaks once again and it's back to the office in much milder climes - having resolved, naturally, never to drink or stay up late again til the weekend - and to a sizeable amount of work. Jess heads off to New York for a couple of weeks on Wednesday so I have a fair amount of responsibility over this month's work; time to get serious it is.

I manage to get plenty done while still keeping up to date on the minute details of the build-up to the World Cup. The excitement is gripping me tighter and tighter with each minute - and my new-and-improved Observer World Cup 2010 wallchart is filled in with my predictions when I get home. For the record I've got Spain to win, Brazil runner-up - though that may not actually be feasible - England to reach the semis and Torres to top-score. It's a boring, safe prediction (apart from England, probably) but these things tend to have a few shocks and twists along the way, while still ending up with predictable champions. I hope I'm wrong.

I make chili con carne for dinner and manage to burn the fuck out of the roof of my mouth on it - impairing my complete enjoyment somewhat - but recovering with an ice cream and chilling out with K on the sofa for the rest of the evening.