26th November. The Moon and Jimmy Hill.

I veered about a bit on the road trying to get the number on the mobile, I wanted to tell Isabelle that tonight the moon was like one out of a story book, and to take a look outside. The crescent had the familar profile of Jimmy Hill; long chin, nose, mouth, even an eye. I phoned Fergus so as wee Whats-her-name could take a look at the Man in The Moon too. However there was no answer, and really in all fairness they should be telling that child that the moon is a lifeless ball of rock in orbit around the Earth. However without it life on earth would be pretty freaky if there was any life at all. As I understand it, the Earth would be kind of like an overloaded washing machine on the spin cycle. That is, minus the block of concrete bolted inside that smooths out most of the wobble and judder...