A bad weekend, but thoughts turning positive. Got to get out of the hole. Saw my daughter for an hour on Sunday and I felt so alive. She's going through the silent, introverted pubescent stage, so me saying five times "I love you" and hearing the reply " I love you too", rather than the usual "Hi" or "You're ugly" was shockingly profound. Glad that at least one person on the planet misses my absence. Little darling.

Monday, hungover, despite promises not to drink. However, I drove to work very fast and felt good. Listening to banging, early 90's trance helps, as do The Who and Pink Floyd. Radio 4's Today programme was my usual morning fix once, but the news brings me down so hard nowadays that I avoid it.

Fantasy woman loathes me, or mistrusts me, or is waiting for me to make the next move. Who knows? I have that magical effect on women I like. She looked absolutely stunning today. Bare shoulders, that Latin tan and a scowl ('specially for me?) that would sink Triremes at 100 furlongs.

Luckily, due to the Schengen agreement, beautiful Slavic prostitutes are available for a reasonable sum. Roll on payday.