Breaking news from the front page of the NHS staff intranet...

I think it's a warning that the Chief Executive's sending out another of his entertaining e-mails about targets. It couldn't have come at a worse time - we've just had a manufacturer's recall on morphine.

But anyhoo, Lisa, Amelie and I are off out for the afternoon. One of my colleagues and his partner have invited us round for a cup of tea (and possibly a slice of cake, though I don't want to get my hopes up). They're the people responsible for Amelie's leopardskin booties, so we're all going dressed as big cats.

Amelie's been practicing her scary leopard face and big claw hands...


... and I've been curled up asleep on the sofa.