I think Lisa needs to be more careful when arranging our Christmas treats in the kitchen...

Or maybe it's just me who read that as something else.

Anyhoo, if Rodin was alive today, I'd give him something to think about...

That's Amelie pondering the meaning of life, the universe and the state of her felt-tip-covered fingers whilst on stage last weekend, giving her all as a pirate in the musical of Peter Pan. It's what theatre critics call a thoughtful performance. Sadly, that's also the only picture I have, due to photography being banned in an effort to help flog their DVD of the show. It's essentially video piracy.

But having failed to get footage of my daughter singing songs about crocodiles whilst chasing Captain Hook, we took her to Hove Park on Sunday where she followed in her brother's footsteps from the day before...


The only difference is that Amelie asks me to film her, and then finishes with a flourish. Not that she's a show-off at all.

No really, she isn't...

As it happens, she's been doing her best to look after Toby this week, who's been barking like a seal with a sudden bout of croup following a nasty cold. His sister's the only one who can cheer him up...

Personally I'm cheered up by food, so yesterday was a very happy day, as it featured not one, but two Christmas meals, barely three hours apart. Having enjoyed turkey and stuffing with my new colleagues in Wimbledon, I dashed straight back down the M23 to stuff myself with my old colleagues (not literally) in Brighton. We chose Pomegranate, largely for five-a-day reasons, and enjoyed a Kurdish meal which involved surprisingly little lemon.

It was a good day, rounded off with a cup of Sleepy Time Tea round at Stefan & Andrew's, and a return home shortly after midnight. So naturally I'm paying for it today. I'm far too old to be staying out past 9pm on a Friday.