When I approach the end of my days (probably in about ten years time, the way my body's falling apart), and I look back on my life and what I've accomplished, I think my longest lasting legacy and single greatest achievement will be the fact that I've made Lisa recognisable in public by complete strangers. Nine years ago she refused to let me publish a single photo of her here. Now she can barely walk down the street without people pointing and staring. And some of them know who she is.

I was working at Uckfield Hospital today, but word reached me at lunchtime that Lisa had been accosted at Toby's playgroup this morning by a lady who approached her at the baby mat and said "I hope this doesn't sound stalkerish, but I know you from your husband's blog". Opening gambits like that are usually followed by death threats, cease & desist orders or kidnap attempts, but on this occasion, the woman's intentions were entirely friendly. I think.

She turned out to be The Argus web editor, a lady whom I've never met, but who possesses the kind of online proofreading skills that allow her to recognise my wife from a few pixels on a computer screen. As a result, this morning's mother & toddler group became more like a remake of Catfish. Which is appropriate, as she's been a big fan of Chloe for the past four-and-a-half years.

Naturally, Lisa's thrilled at her new-found celebrity status, and the knowledge that journalists across the city have seen her without make-up, so it's only a matter of time before she's asking me to take more photos of her looking sophisticated in a vast array of scarves, in the hope of securing some kind of upmarket fashion column. Alternatively, I might have a lot of deleting to do.

But in the meantime, I'm pleased to say that Amelie's cake-decorating is coming on leaps and bounds...

Although not even Neil Armstrong could provide a leap that big. That photo was sent to me today by a friend (she's very much an early morning person) who celebrated her birthday by bringing those cakes into work. Sadly she works for a different screening programme. So unless I hand in my notice and move halfway across the country, I'm stuck with Amelie's cupcakes. Or I would be if Lisa hadn't eaten them all.