Yay for a brief, but lovely weekend in Cornwall. It was just what Anthony needed - a break from the stresses of work. And we got to see Round the Horne at the theatre. It really was funny. It's sad the theatre wasn't fuller really. I love going to the Theatre Royal, it's where I spent so many special times as I grew up.

I love the views I get from the train on the journey to and from Cornwall. Going through Exeter brought all sorts of memories - it's where Andy's from and where he and Jess first met back when she was still dating my brother, it's where Lerys ex-fiance, Laura, went to university, I've visited the cathedral there with my parents and Anthony, it's where Baby Mel went to university and where I first met her. And the view of the sea is always glorious on that journey. I think Granny P was right; once you've lived by the sea, you'll always go back to it.

Wonderful exciting news - Emma is pregnant again! Kendra is gonna be a big sister. Emma told us the news in a way only she could - she breezed into the church kitchen and shouted to Anthony through the open hatch "help a pregnant lady with some boxes!" Heehee. And Kendra is so grown up now, crawling everywhere at incredible speed, pulling herself up to stand up though not walking yet. It's a joy to hold her, watch her smile and dance and wobble and see her grow. It actually makes me look forward to having my own in the not too distant future.

Being in Cornwall. A mix between being totally comfortable and itching to get out again. It always feels slightly confining, like everything's too small here. Like it's all shrunk and all the air's being slowly sucked out. I always feel rough in the throat too because I talk so much, jumbling stories and trying to catch up with everyone and fill in every detail for them.

Mum is glorious, wild-haired and full of affection, getting faux-cross with my DS when the brain training game told her that her mental age was 80. It's always good spending time with this vision of my future. Plus she's a ton of fun. Ali is still bratty and barrells into conversations to swerve them back to her concerns. She's single again, having recently messily split with Dan. He was a little smothering and got moody and shouted at her when he drank. Strangely, they still went to prom together tonight. Dad is in fine form, asking many questions about the wedding and telling me to come and see Round the Horne when it comes to Plymouth later in the year. Also Chris called round for a visit and we got to catch-up before his house warming on Saturday.

Hopefully, I will find a new phone whilst I'm here for Mum to buy me as part of my birthday presents and by the time I return to Southampton, Jeremy will have worked his techy magic on Zordon, for a modest fee of course. Or not so modest should it turn out to be more broken than I thought.