I've just been sent another followup from a previous client - my first project on early army records, she's sent like new names - and then hot on it's heels came three - yes three! - offers for magazine work bang in a row. They're American case studies and I'm the Yank so... What a morning my head is spinning!

I can't concentrate today. I'm supposed to be writing a lengthy client report for work. And I just can't do it, too much on my mind that's not a Georgian villa in Blackheath. This is the trouble with going freelance, it's easier to confine your thoughts to work when you're chained to a desk. I think I'm gonna go help my friend dig up her garden this afternoon instead. I need air and space. And gardens are a great place to think.

The report is my first house history project and it's definitely something I'd like to do a lot more of. And I have a repeat client. He was happy with my report on an ancestor's naval career, so now he wants us to do some follow up research. That's five projects now that I've done - a house history, a merchant seaman, an excise officer, a sailor and a soldier who fought at the Battle of Waterloo.

Wow, driving in London is certainly an adventure

Clouds of mist were rising from the fields - just visible in the twilight - as I rode home on the train tonight. Beautiful.

I got to do something really cool today. A friend of my mine who actually works with genealogists but who thinks family history is a bit of a snore, recently fessed up that there was one person in his family who intrigued him. It all revolved around his military service in WWI. I'd been digging around in military records at The National Archives all the previous week so I said I'd check it out for him. Well, I got a result, and not at all what we were expecting. We met up this evening and I got to talk him through what I found. I set the scene with some census records, established some background and worked up a bit of anticipation, and then I hit him with the big discovery. It was so much fun. And the dude was super pleased. It turned out gt-granddad was rougher, tougher and more cantankerous than he'd ever hoped. It was great to share something that made an impact. I completely FREAKIN' LOVE THIS!

Got my first Oyster card today. Terribly, terribly exciting!

I was on my way back from Windsor with my friends John and Sara from NYC.
They're on the last stop of a round the world tour. I'm really enjoying entertaining friends in London and it's nice to be able to great them with good news of how I'm getting on since leaving NYC. Sara is having a great time in the city, and I may have talked her into moving here. Although she needs to get her skates on before our idiot government slams the door on visas for people with brains who heaven forbid might just contribute to our economy and prosperity. Anyway, she'd be a fab roommate so I laid it on really thick and we just might have a winner!

Rev is awesome! Gets better every episode. If you have access to BBC you've got to watch it.

I love that British men wear proper shoes.

I found a new part of London that I love. Hampstead Heath and Highgate Hill. I guess that's two. You're high up looking down over the city. The houses are grand and graceful. You can go swimming in the lake on the Heath. Well not the big lake because apparently the fish will eat you. But there's a bathing lake. One for boys and one for girls. They're very modest up there on the hill. I like driving up hills, I have amazing clutch control. I could definitely live there. Does anyone have 5 million quid they wouldn't mind lending me?

Michael is 25 today! Happy birthday, my dear.

My friends in England remember you and ask how you are. Can you believe it's been three years since we were here.

World Cup update

Me and Dave are supporting the Netherlands. We dig the orange!

This is funny

New crush

I have a new crush. Move over Dan Snow, you couldn't make me happy like this little beauty:

I pass her on my near daily pilgrimage to the National Archives. She sits there on Burlington Avenue, taunting me with her perfect proportions. And that colour! Some girls dream of a knight in shining armour to come carry them off. I dream of a smart little audi, and I'll drive myself thank you very much.

My babies are growing like crazy. This was Jacob just seven weeks ago. Andrew likes being big brother but he's going to be mighty unhappy when Jacob - the beef - overtakes him and suddenly he's the little brother. I see it happening. And in the not too distant future.

First day of work at my new little desk today. Oh good grief, the guy upstairs is listing to "The Final Countdown". Looks like the crack in my bedroom wall also leads to a rift in time.

This just in: we're descended from Richard and Judy!

Today I found my first Elizabethan ancestor. I was messing around with PCC wills at the National Archives and I used the middle name of Plummer given to my 6x great-grandfather's second son (Charles Plumer Baron) to try and find his maternal grandfather. Charles Baron Snr was a tanner and landowner in Hitchin, Hertfordshire, married to Sarah, whose own will was proved in the PCC in 1822 (he was 100!). I searched for a will for a Plummer in Hitchin and found John Plumer, Tanner of Hitchin proved 14 Dec 1752. He leaves the bulk of his estate to his daughter Sarah and son-in-law Charles Baron of Hitchin. RESULT!

So Mrs Sarah Baron started out as Sarah Plummer. Working with parish registers for the Hitchin/Baldock area here's how far I got:

- Sarah Plumer daughter of John and Martha Plummer, Tanner baptised at Hitchin St Mary 12 Jul 1724
- John Plumer married Margret Weeb at Thundridge 15 Nov 1722
- John Plummer son of Richard and Martha Plummer baptised at Willian 11 May 1701
- Richard Plommer married Martha Dodson in Willian 28 Oct 1697
- Richard Plommer son of Richard and Judye Plomer baptised at 5 Feb 1671 (it's Richard and Judy!!)
- Richard Plummer married Judith Luke at Sandon 20 Apr 1663

There are two Richard Plomers baptised six years apart in the 1640's. I don't know which one is mine, but both fathers are the sons of Henry Plomer and Catherine Corke who married in Norton, Herts in 1605. There are no baptisms before 1597, so I may not be able to follow the Plumers any further back, but in Henry and Catherine we have ourselves here a pair of bona fide Elizabethans. I'm feeling very satisfied right now.

Do you ever have that sinking feeling? You know you've misplaced something ...

"Thought to be missing for four days, the Rev. Aaron Slavinsky, aged 82 was found dead in a rarely used room of his home in Finsbury Park, London on Monday. Why he had gone to the room - used for keeping lumber - remains a mystery to his wife, who found him by chance."

What??!!! So he's missing for several days, she apparently doesn't search the house (well why would you look there), and then she finally has a wander round the house, decides to pop her head round the door of the lumber room and "oh there you are darling, what are you doing in here, oh you're dead, nevermind then." This is my brother-in-law's great-grandparents. Lucy and I laughed and laughed over this and came to the conclusion that the two of the must have been completely doolally.

Today's discovery

My 6x great-grandparents George Phelps and Mary Bean were married in this cute little church in 1783.

Yeah, not so little. In fact it's a bloody cathedral! Does this mean I've uncovered some wealthy, aristocratic roots? Of course not. It turns out that St Albans Cathedral and Abbey Church, perhaps uniquely, is also a parish church, so not just the great and the good but the grungy and ordinary also got hatched, matched and dispatched in this amazing building that awed and inspired me as a child. We used to visit every summer with my grandparents. Who on earth would have thought it my own family had been married and baptised here. I can't wait to go visit again.

This is great - iPlayer The Beauty of Maps

After several days in London, I needed to escape to somewhere rural. I retreated to my trio of beloved villages on the Dunstable Downs - Kensworth, Whipsnade and Studham. The bus took me through the first two and I hopped and went for a wander around Studham which I've never explored on foot. Here is the modest little church - my 5x great-grandparents William Woodcroft and Charlotte Walker were married here 206 years and 7 days ago. At the rear of the churchyard I joined a footpath that crosses a field and then heads into woodland. With no map, and not wanting to become a cautionary tale, I decided to turn back. But then I changed my mind and carried on anyway into the trees. I love being alone in the woods - I don't understand why people find it scary. I finally got a signal on my phone and discovered I was headed west. Whipsnade it turns out is north, so not wishing to end up in Bristol, I backtracked to Studham, enjoyed a delicious packet of crisps at the Red Lion pub, and hopped back on the bus. I really missed crisps while in America, in fact that's why I came back to England. There it is, the truth is finally out.