Lisa may not have made it out of her pyjamas today, but she has found time to dye her hair. And Amelie can't keep her eyes off it. Personally I'm more distracted by the dark brown stains in the bathroom sink, but I'm sure they'll come off eventually.

Anyhoo, I'm a bit short of time here, due to the fact that I have to go to Asda tonight. I was sadly unable to do the weekly shop on Saturday due to an urgent appointment at KFC which took up most of my evening. I intended to go on Sunday instead, but the population of Bexhill (God love 'em) were out in force, conspiring to stop me parking at Tescos, and generally clogging up the roads in an attempt to force me back indoors.

But the good news is that having spent another weekend slumming it in St Leonards, I've discovered that my parents' retirement bungalow is within walking distance of nine (count them) charity shops. On the downside, they all seem to be staffed by people who've come straight from the Jeremy Kyle show, but you can't have everything. I did manage to buy five shirts and get change out of a tenner, so the fact that the people I gave the money to looked like they'd probably spend it on drugs and kebabs, is neither here nor there.

The other big news, however, is that my financial future is now officially sorted. I discovered on Saturday that my brother's raising a cash cow. Apparently my nine-year-old niece has just joined a band. There are four of them - one doing the songwriting, one on vocals, one on the recorder, and my niece on keyboards. So imagine Howard Jones crossed with James Galway and you're halfway there. I've not heard them play yet, but apparently there's a vacancy for a Svengali-type manager. My brother's put himself forward, but as my niece said to me on Saturday night, "I wouldn't trust him".

We're still at the negotiation stage at the moment, but give me til the end of the week, and I'll have them all on cast iron contracts. Let's face it, if Simon Fuller can make the Spice Girls a success, it can't be that hard.