My hallway has become a vast empty space. And echoey. I never noticed before.

Simon has gone. He's moved into a flat in Clapham with some friends from uni. Hope they have a housewarming.

This compliation of travel disasters is keeping me amused. I can't imagine why this writer got on the coach in the first place. I mean, would you if the driver was a few vodkas short of a distillery? No wonder the bus ended up in the middle of a field. Amazing what risks we take when we're travelling. We do so many things we'd never even contemplate at home.

I'd love to be a travel writer or photographer. Chatting to the locals by day, scribbling by night. Writing restaurant reviews would be the best. And getting free entry to all the top nightclubs.