Jaze, but it's cold today; 14.16 GMT and I've just put the heating on. Times like this I wish we had a real fire; times like this I wish I'd found time in the autumn to fit the stove...

Off to make myself a pot of rose hip tea and a chicken-skin* sarnie; on an oven-bottom muffin with plenty of Dijon mustard and fresh spinach. Actually I might forget about the OBM and roll up a load of spinach in chicken spin. To accompany this repast I will select a suitable CD; now advent is with us, a few Ensaladas I think. How much? Still, only a matter of time before he gets them out on Alia Vox. Buy the MP3s; heartily recommended for SAD sufferers!

* Not actual chicken skin, rather Morrison's wafer-thin chicken slices which I call chicken skin...