Today is the London stage of the Red Bull Air Race World Series.

I didn’t know this. I was out buying a carpet for the back bedroom and only realised when one of the contestants goosed the car park. There’s something fundamentally cool about prop planes throwing themselves around the skies over Greenwich and Canary Wharf like playful birds. There’s also something faintly eerie because of course those skies have seen prop planes do that before, if less playfully, during the last world war.

Still I had fun watching them – I’m not even going to pretend I picked the carpet, G did that.

The bedroom continues on, we now have a hard deadline having booked the carpet to be delivered. The rest of the house looks like we’re getting ready to move, we have an obscene amount of crap – I feel an e-bay frenzy coming up. We finally seem to be making progress.

Still line editing. Still fighting work/life balance. Still Short. Still portly. Still hairy.

Lots of stills. Here’s another more exciting one: