Well it's my 36th birthday, and I've successfully improved the lives of two dozen heathens. That's Haywards Heathens, obviously. On top of that, I've received some quality gifts, heard some delightful singing, and as we speak, Lisa is in the kitchen cooking me a meal. So it's not all good news.

I have, however, already sampled some of Lisa's home-made fare, in the form of a Cornflake Cake which she and Amelie presented me with on my return from mid-Sussex this afternoon. And very nice it was too. They say you are what you eat, so I'm now officially a flaky tart.

Lisa and my parents pooled their (not inconsiderable) resources to buy me a video camera, which I'll be using in conjunction with the You've Been Framed website to make Amelie pay for her upkeep for the next eighteen years.

But even more priceless than that, was Amelie's second attempt at fine art, which she spent literally seconds creating for me while I was at work today.

And here it is. It's clearly a picture of Chloe lying down with her paw out. You couldn't teach talent like that. Even if you wanted to. The girl's a genius.