It's 2010! Hurrah!

Amelie started the new year at 9am this morning by stealing some coloured pencils from a drawer in the living room and writing all over her face. I stopped her just as she was turning herself into Gene Simmons from Kiss. That picture doesn't show it very well, but she actually has a very fetching pencil moustache. Ginger has never looked so attractive.

Anyhoo, the good news is that Amelie's a lot better this year than she was at the end of last year. The bad news is that her parents still don't feel up to looking after her. As the marginally less ill partner in this relationship, I spent yesterday as Amelie's primary carer. The result of which is that I've spent today feeling... well, spent. My body's completely drained. If only I could say the same for my sinuses.

But despite our ongoing near-death experience, we have now managed to try Lisa's main Christmas present. I bought her a Wii with 'Wii Fit Plus', an overpriced piece of plastic which she's convinced will be the answer to her lifelong weight issues. Personally I think a psychiatrist and a pair of glasses would do it, but the Wii Fit's a lot cheaper.

So having set up her 'Mii' - a lifelike visual representation of her actual appearance (and may I say, the likeness is uncanny), Lisa embarked on the 'Basic Balance Test', a simple procedure designed to assess her natural equilibrium. Here's the result...


I have to say, I had no idea the software was so advanced. It's like the thing's known her for years.

So having discovered just how unstable Lisa really is, we tried a couple of the fitness routines, after which Lisa declared the whole thing to be "very good". A judgement which might have carried more weight if she hadn't been buttering a fruit scone at the time.