Cambridge: Two bodies found. Raymond Brown, crime reporter, munches toast and gets breakfast for his two boys. He wants to investigate. Instead he’s covering visits by Education Secretary Michael Gove and
Prince Charles. He prefers dead locals to live VIPS.
The alarm wakes Radio 4 presenter Robin Lustig with the Today headlines. Osborne on business bonuses; NHS reforms back to the Lords; Argentina on Falklands. Which one will survive till his The World
Tonight programme? BBC’s Paul Wood is reporting from under heavy fire in Homs. He’s leading the pack.
After home yoga Louise Chunn has breakfast with her husband and daughter, 11. They skimread The Guardian and The Times. Shower, dress, makeup – it’s an “outfacing” day. Must look like an editor.
Helmand: BBC’s Sommerville leaves the Husky and goes on foot patrol with an Afghani officer who says: “We Afghans have good eyes, we can spot the bombs before we stand on them.” Sommerville returns to the Husky.
Notting Hill, London: Agency boss Natasha Courtney-Smith (below) sees her story big in The Sun: 'Trusting Janey Byrne thought she’d bought a trendy micro pig – then watched her balloon into a 17st monster'.
North London: Her baby’s crying wakes Sara Ward, deputy editor of Take a Break, who is now on maternity leave (below). She’s written endless true-life stories about motherhood. Are the clichés true? Yes, she decides, they are. It really is an endless round of feeds and nappy changes – and love.
Melbourne: Elisabeth Murdoch is named a Freewoman. In the Elisabeth Murdoch Hall – opened on her 100th birthday – Lord Mayor Robert Doyle says: “Dame Elisabeth is one of the most loved citizens of our city . . .”
New York: Rupert Murdoch’s News Corp prepares for a busy, and testing, day.
Tunbridge Wells: Deadline day for Ian Read, editor, Kent and Sussex Courier, below. He’s first in, eats Cheerios, makes coffee, tinkers with leads and sends two pages to the subs.
Essex: Agony aunt Katie Fraser gets her children off to school and hops on a train at Audley End, Essex, to Liverpool Street. She opens a letter and sees a man has sent her his intimate measurements again, asking: “Am I
normal?” She’s replied many times. Bins it.