I just mentioned on Twitter that I didn’t consider asos’s weekly email “Treat” of free delivery particularly treaty.  I went on to list treats which would be acceptably treatsome – chocolate, wine and porn – and was somewhat embarrassed and yet oddly proud to have asos’s Twitter account reply.  This is the joy of Twitter.  Previously distant institutions become bored people behind a keyboard, representing the brand.  Celebrities are right there, and you can call them a dick if you feel like it (and want to be blocked by them).  It won’t last, of course.  Celebs will get bored and businesses will cease to be arsed employing someone to piss about on the interweb all day.  But for now…

Baby update!

She’s cuuuute.  Good lord, yes.  And six months old, too.  Half a year!  I started thinking “Do that again and she’s a year old.  Do it 35 more times and… no, no no no no”.  You have to pull yourself back from the precipice of melancholy quite often, being a parent.  It’s reached the point where I can hear her breathing in her sleep, her lungs are big enough.  Before, I used to sometimes sneak over to her basket and put my hand under her nose to feel the breath on my skin.  Reassuring, and odd. I am enjoying this.