And now I am happy to answer to Antibiotic Angharad.

Today you may call me Bronchial Bob.

Snow huh? I don’t mean to be a curmudgeon, but what I’d really like is all the beauty and none of the inconvenience.

Sellincourt Carol Service tonight. Ruby is singing a short solo. I can’t wait!

It must be Christmas. Alan Titchmarsh is standing less then 10 feet away from me right now.

Yesterday I found myself chatting about cot-beds with a Spice Girl and Mrs Slim. They seemed appreciative of the advice. Which was nice.

The lights are on! Photos and video to follow soon.

Excitement building in Room 141 Western House ahead of tomorrow’s celeb Christmas lights switch-on. But can it beat Titchmarsh?

Caitlin Moran on toy clutter and dejunking:
http://ping.fm/MHjsn
Marvelous.

Pudsey walked past me today. I didn’t say “Awright Puds?” in case it wasn’t anyone I know inside the costume. Was that rude of me?