Gary is barking, Son is reading Asterix, Twins are playing mermaids in the bath and all is well with the world (unless you are Sarah Fergusson, or you live in Afghanistan or...yes, come to think of it, that was a ridiculous comment to make. Things aren't even all well here, really. The constitution is supposed to have been written by Friday, but it won't be, so the Maoists may well kick off again. School has decided to turn Friday into the start of half-term, so the kids will be off anyway. And it's Buddha's birthday on Thursday - or another day if you live in India, I think he's like the Queen and has more than one - wonder what he would make of it all? And thinking of Buddhism, and reincarnation, what do you think Sarah Fergusson will be reincarnated as?).

The only teeny tiny fly in my ointment at the moment is that we have just finished the Mad Men box set, so now we will have to go back to watching scary Dexter instead. This probably a good thing as Hubby and I were slowly morphing into Don and Betty (although I drew the line at cupcake-making and chain-smoking, and Hubby wasn't entirely convinced he was ready for a steamy affair with one of the kid's teachers).

Have to go now as laptop needed for important screening of Cinderella 2!