Blue skies over the ocean.

• NotN: Watford Council saves children from parents; BAN THIS SICK FACEFILTH.

Yesterday, nyecamden took me to Brighton for a night to celebrate a year together. (A circumstance which certainly shocked him.) I skimmed over the Sun on the way down, leading to a deeply unclean feeling in the brain and the NotN linked above. We meandered through town and to the hotel room, something deep in the more rabbit-warren-like bits of the Best Western. Not a bad room, but definitely an odd one. Popped out just before sunset to see the seabirds roosting on the burnt-out west pier. (I got a short video of it, actually using for the first time the Pound Shop tripod I bought ages ago and keep in my jacket pocket at all times.) Wandered back into town, had a couple of pints, then to the pier for fish'n'chips. Then back to the hotel.

Nye had warned me that stag and hen nights were a perennial hazard of Brighton on a Saturday night. There was also a zombie walk as we were arriving. I now understand that the difference between zombie walks and groups of hens is that the zombies pay more attention to their appearance.

The younger teen had suffered an unfortunate whack to the head on Saturday night (she's fine, a bit concussed, will be off school for much of the week) and so we left Brighton sooner than we'd hoped. I showed up with four litres of ice cream for the patient and it was much appreciated.

arkady pulled out Finding Nemo for Freda's appreciation and she loves it ridiculously. "Nemo! Fishies!" I've ripped it to the main laptop she uses to avoid DVD Marmiting.

Tomorrow I have my first day at work. Did I mention that? \o/