Four down, only three hundred and sixty one days left of 2007. And so much to do in the time. Two more days of clunking into the Christmas decorations. After that it’s Spring. Time moves inexorably onwards.

We are currently being overwhelmed with a bowl of hyacinths. The scent is so heavy it’s almost suffocating us. They don’t understand the concept of gently fragrancing a room. Every inhalation of air into the lungs is coated with hyacinth.

I have just spent a little time brushing some wigs and it has brought on the sneezes not to mention covering me with hair in a variety of shades. They aren’t for me of course they are for hubby. Panto time is upon us and he needed a wig, handbag and some jewels. I am glad I don’t work with wigs. Or WAGS either come to that.

Sleb BB – or ‘A Pile of Shite’ – is on at the moment so I feel I can multi-task. I couldn’t bring myself to watch it properly without having something else on the go. A suitably bizarre mix of characters and it is odd that amongst the reasons given for being involved in this years ‘Testament of Uncouth’ there aren’t many ‘I’m here to boost my flagging, sagging career’. It’s like watching the test card and I used to be mesmerised by that. No hope for me really!