The world from my window

Be careful with that pasty Mr Osborne - you don't know where it might have been... We think the Chancellor of the Exchequer might be reading the blog. He's just announced a tax on warmed-up pasties, which has gone down in this country about as quietly as Monica Lewinsky did with Bill Clinton. Mr Grigg is a tad worried. The award-winning blog post, Pasty tea and toast will you , was written nearly three years ago. So he's worried the Government might be after his arrears - a rather unsavoury venture if you ask me. And with The Sun giving out free pasties in Parliament Square , we'd just like to point out the name's Grigg, not Greggs. That's about it. Love Maddie x

Well, it's been a month since my last blog. And after saying I was never going to blog again, three things have happened: * I feel guilty because so many people tell me they miss it * I just saw the film Julie/Julia * I'm in the most incredible place right now So while the world from my window is as misty as ever, it's not Crowman I see going into the village shop for fags and beer or even Celebrity Farmer for a loaf of bread or Mr Grigg for a Ginster's pasty. Outside my window, on the 23rd floor, I can see lots of human ants scuttling around below. A sea of Chinese faces on the underground, all of them different. In the land of the very short people, Mr Grigg, at 6ft tall, is king. We are in Hong Kong on our way to Australia and New Zealand to see family, friends and go to a wedding. It's also a bit of a personal quest - Australia is the place to which my mother and father nearly emigrated in the 1960s, I nearly emigrated in the 1980s and it's the place where ...