Turn back time

Last weekend we went to the Tate Modern to see what was new. He wanted to see the Embankment installation by Rachel Whiteread. It didn't really move me. I scampered through it dying to go up to my favourite piece by Giuseppe Penone.

Tree of 12 metres. I can't do it justice by describing it, and this picture doesn't do the job very well either. Penone took a man-made timber beam and used a chain-saw to chisel it to reveal 'the tree inside'. The form of the tree is visible, showing the knots of the young branches. He leaves the base of the beam to contrast. It's lovely.

Things to look forward to

It's been pretty busy around here lately. Next week brings another series of hard work and late nights. I have:

• my boss visiting the office for a week (from the US)
• two confirmed office dinners, and probably 3 unconfirmed evenings in the pub
• a company presentation at which I will actually be presenting
• a series of difficult conversations
• an assignment due (I passed my exams by the way)
• ...any other essential tasks as assigned

What, you may ask, is there to look forward to? Cake Friday, is my answer. Double chocolate muffin, you can't beat it. A perfect double chocolately end to the week.

GI Jane

I've been dabbling in the world of red, yellow and green. The GI Diet. After following a 7-day plan from a Sunday-paper supplement ('following' is a very loose description) I've decided to give it a proper go. Went out a bought a book and everything, so now I have to do it. Starting tomorrow.

For an indeterminable period - apparently between 3 and 6 months - I have to live my life in the Green column. My favourite fruit - the underestimated banana - falls into the Yellow column, so there lies an immediate problem. My philosophy has always been: as long as its food from the earth, I can eat as much as I wanted...hmm. I hereby appoint the banana an honorary Green column food. I have to, otherwise there's not much chance of this thing lasting.

My so-called life

I'm a disgrace. For the first time in my life I bought not one, but two tabloid magazines (at the same time) just because they blared my two favourite words on the cover: Chantelle & Preston.

Live the dream. No pressure.