Breaking news from Mystic Meg for the twelfth of the population who share a midsummer birthday, as revealed exclusively in this morning's Sun: "The words you write or record could be step one on an exciting new life". So it's official - I really should write a blog post today.

As for the words I wrote yesterday, well they consisted mainly of a few pages of discussion on Herzberg's Two-Factor Theory, Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs, and of course Vroom's Expectancy Theory. Which turned out to be less about giving birth in cars, and more about... well I couldn't tell you really. But I did successfully manage to complete Lisa's 104-page leadership workbook, in readiness for a one-day course her employers are insisting she attend. And what's more, it didn't take the predicted seven hours. I had it done and dusted in six and a half.

Not that I can take all the credit. It was very much a team effort, with me reading the workbook and answering the questions, and Lisa sighing, hiding under the duvet, and watching Strictly Come Dancing on video.

But with the work done, I attempted to get us both into a more festive mood by asking Lisa what her favourite Christmas carol is. She thought for a moment, considered her options, then went with 'Little Donkey'. An interesting choice. I was thinking more of 'Once in Royal David's City', but each to their own. Mind you, I was able to change her mind pretty quickly. I was only half way through the first verse before she stopped me with the words "I don't like it that much".