I've been a bit tired today. Amelie was lying in her cot at 6am this morning trying to sound like a velociraptor from Jurassic Park. She's not really a massive fan of dinosaurs, but her favourite animals are rabbits and pandas, and an impression of either of those would require her to be silent, which is not something she does well.

So I was up early, stomping around like a T-Rex with a headache, while she beamed at me, and told me how much fun it was being dinosaurs at dawn.

But the good news is that I went to Asda last night and bought her a box of baby rice, four plastic pots and six weaning spoons. We plan to stuff her so full of risotto that she won't wake up until she hears the Jeremy Kyle theme music.

To be honest, I could do with a couple of good nights' sleep. After four weeks of secret preparation, I've got an appointment with destiny on Friday morning, and I don't want to turn up with bloodshot eyes. They'll clash terribly with the tie I'm planning to wear. Mind you, I'm meeting the Head of Retinal Screening, so he's probably seen worse.