Oh how I love day-time television.

There was a drug specialist talking about the dangers of cannabis to children, a woman called in and said she'd found a grinder and other drug paraphernalia in her daughters room.

When the presenter asked the 'specialist' what the grinder could be used for, he had no idea.

Personally, I think that's much more shocking!

It's never good when you apologise to a website for forgetting to complete the postcode box.

I actually said sorry, with my voice, and meant it.

Boring Sunday.

I had a dream last night, I was going out with a white radiator, but it ended the relationship because I kept forgetting to work the dials.

Then it got engaged to a shower-tray (I think) and I was invited to the wedding where I wore a metal hat shaped like a fish.

Strange.

I think one of my most favourite things to do is not shave my face for a day or so, and then spring into action with a brand new blade.

My skin thanks me for it no end, smooooooooooooooth.

It's beautiful outside today, all bright and fresh.