Well ok, that didn't go quite according to plan. I think my main problem was the length of the race and the fact that they had to jump fences. Take those two things out of the equation and I'd have been laughing. Frankly it's all a conspiracy to make me look like I don't know what I'm talking about. But still, it could have been worse. Lisa's horse was dead by four-thirty.

Anyhoo, if there's one thing guaranteed to take your mind off the national disgrace of another grand travesty, it's the happy smiling face of a baby.

Yes, that look of neverending joy and contentment can mean only one thing: Amelie's moved on from pear to potato...


We're going to save a fortune on chips.