You know, these Fridays come around with startling regularity. I am starting to think there may be a pattern. I think more study is required, but I'd swear we had a Friday about a week ago. I blame the credit crunch - we're having to recycle days now!

So, what news? Well Big Brother was pretty much as I expected - a bunch of broken people chosen to get on each other's nerves (ours too), and with no redeeming features among the lot of them. WHY do they have to pick such gay gays? Jeez, no wonder people hate puffs when TV only ever shows the most extreme examples. It is like the TV coverage of any Gay Pride event - will they show the thousands of 'normal' people, marching for rights and dignity and pride? No, they will pick on a the campest pretty-young-thing with arms like a windmill and a voice that could curdle milk, and a couple of drag queens with half of Tesco's fruit counter in their hair. I can't think of a gay BB contestant to date that has actually been representative of the community to which I belong. Liked Lisa the Lesbian though - but probably because she has exactly the same hair style as David and that opens the door to endless jibes! Maybe THIS will be the 'in road' I need to persuade him to ditch the Mohawk... Not that I don't like it, I do, but you see it isn't HIM that has to cut it in, keep it trimmed, bleach it, re-shape it, and get it to look straight even though he has more crowns than the Royal family! But of course HE is the one who gets the compliments, "Oh, your hair is fabulous! That must take you ages to do!" No, it bloody doesn't, it takes ME ages to do! And I'm just the short emaciated semi-crip tagging along overshadowed by the technicolour day-glo glory! Still, on the plus side, it makes him easy to spot in a crowd, so I don't lose him that often!


Quick progress reports from yesterday: My banned Philippine Freak created a new profile and I had 7 messages waiting for me from it this morning. All wanting to know when the money would arrive. I've reported the new profile, and just as I was doing that I got a message from yet another of his countrymen. Maybe I'm some sort of twat-magnet? And the other update is on the toad-in-the-hole conundrum. You remember? Yorkshire with the sausage, or in a dish on its own? I was literally not inundated with helpful comments to make the decision any easier. So in the complete absence of any feedback I decided that I would NOT wimp out and would do the whole lot together. I even bowed to the superior godliness that is Dame Delia and followed her commandments to the letter - Thou shalt sieve thy flour, thou shalt measure out 150ml of semi-skimmed milk etc. To this end I even 'put thy baking tray on direct heat until thy fat is shimmering like the sea of Galilee on a particularly splendid morning' - not something I usually do I must admit. Well, you can see the results. Nice enough, but hardly the mountains of crunchy pudding in Delia's photo. Thanks a lot. I knew I should have stayed loyal to Jamie!

Tis remarkably sunny here at the moment, which is odd because according to every weather forecast I've seen it should be tanking down, leaving us all rushing for canoes and sand bags. The day is young I suppose, although a good down-pour might drive some of the annoying screechy brats back into their houses! And save me watering. Should I maybe try to encourage the rain by getting the mower out? Mmm, lawn and David's Mohawk with one simple implement... Can you compost human hair without the risk of some forensic investigation in later years deciding your back garden had been the scene of ritualistic murders...?

Later: Glorious sunshine all morning and so, with loins suitably girded, I set out on my adventure with the mower. Front lawn all now spic and span. For me, with a gammy leg and the energy levels of one of those toy rabbits that DIDN'T get a Duracell battery, that is all quite an achievement. I'm quite proud of myself. And what is even more satisfying is that it has now gone very dark and either there's an unexpected eclipse starting or its about to piss down. Composted the clippings so being kind to the planet too. Is smugness ever endearing? Also sprayed my various pots and tubs with soapy water as there seems to be an outbreak of aphids munching away at my tender bits! They say soapy water is as good as anything, so we'll see what happens. Probably nothing if the rain washes all the soap away!

Spag Bol for dinner I think, because I can't be arsed to stand around faffing with the doings for Shepherds' Pie. Chinese banging away down their back passage again this afternoon - and what sounded like power tools but may have been industrial vibrators! And no knickers from her opposite for a few days. It has been quite nice to be able to look out at a gusset-less avenue. Streets are just not supposed to have a Visible Pantie Line!