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Welcome back to Mr Obama. I wonder how long it'll be until the occupant of the White House admits he doesn't actually believe in a giant magic bearded ghost in the sky. Anyhoo, they've spent $6 billion deciding to keep the same guy, what a lot of happy lawyers, advertising agencies and placard manufacturers. As they stayed up so late, the whole country can have a day off.

Today was Wednesday park as planned, a bit cold but not a problem if you play football and run around screaming like a load of maniacs. Got some time in the swinging basket with schoolfriends throwing 2 footballs at us - only Ben was injured and he got better as soon as he was invited to leave the basket. Once we'd flown over the cuckoo's nest we hastened home an hour earlier than traditional because the nights have drawn in somewhat and the park was suddenly dark and cold and full of dark cold teenagers. In meedle of no time the pizza was in and we hurriedly loaded up on hot food to help us stave off the arctic temperatures at the annual Cosham fireworks. This is our 3rd year and we rushed to the train station and eventually regained our favourite spot near Cow Lane which is always empty so you get a good view.

 Jof was late home so we left a walkie-talkie for her. Just as our train pulled out we got a tweet but we were in a metal tube which is no good for radio transmissions. As we stood at our empty fence we got some more tweetles but the best we could hear was "Can you hear me?"

Once there was a freak patch of electromagnetic clarity and we agreed to meet by the goalposts in front of the Porsche dealership. She never arrived. It turned out she'd been by the other goalposts in front of the Porsche showroom. Waited ages for a train, didn't need the toilet. Got on the train, needed the toilet. Locked myself in, those turning-locks are difficult to operate.