I am currently enjoying a nice glass of red wine. i have just got D back from his nursery school, bringing him a McDonald's, which he gobbled in his pram all the way back. Well here we are, in our flat, D is watching Horrid Henry, and i am enjoying that glass of red wine. Today was dull. I spent it roaming from room to room (over quite quickly) and thinking that I can't bring myself to take that final step with my novel and send it to the publishers. And what's worse Eastenders isn't on tonight, so i cant even slip into genuine escapist heaven, instead I'll have to deal with real television.