Two things for a Saturday morning

1. I woke up at 7.15 and made myself a cup of tea. I am officially starting the long, slow process of turning into my parents.

2. Hilarious Bones vid.

And all that jazz...

Having made another abortive attempt at tidying the cesspit of my room (hey, I hoovered this time!!) and showered to make myself clean for AJ, I suppose I should probably get off my arse and start getting ready to head out. Emma will kill me if I'm late (last time it was the same day I went to the Tsars exhibition at the V&A with xanantha and all transport in London was totally fucked, and I was vee delayed), and I wouldn't want to impinge on her happy-little-face.

Also, I had a hair cut last night. It's now short again.

Also, I need to go on a sugar detox. Having started working where there's a Poundland (oh, Barnes-Sheen-Richmond, you're a lovely area, but you're shit for cheap shops), I have been eating way, way too many sweets and chocolates and such like. I feel (and quite probably look) like two barrels, instead of the usual one.

Tomorrow I plan to clear all the crap off my desk. This is unlikely to end well and, worst case scenario, I will die in one of those oft-Mail-reported tunnel-of-crap-collapse deaths.

Anyway, the wrestling calls. Think of me fondly.

PS - Sorry for more health talk, but has anyone had a steroid injection for tendonitis in the wrist? How long is it supposed to take to get back to normal?