Wednesday, 8pm

Thought for the Day - The one thing that you forget to take out of the car will be the first thing you need when you step through the front door

Pug Status - Eyeing up the left-over bits of garlic bread

Someone said it was very Autumnal today - I thought that was the name of the faun in 'The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe'. And, given the state of my clothes cupboard, I think mine also gives me a gateway to another world- the 1970s, judging by the look of some of these trousers....

Back to the weather and poor Princess Pug bore her daily walk with true English stoicism, although the way her ears drooped until her face was virtually oblong gave away her inner feelings. And as for the grumbling noise she was making, well, if dogs could swear I daresay she could have written her own dictionary - and judging by the shocked expression of the Pekingese we passed on the way back, I think she probably did anyway....

Wednesday night, in our household, is Spaghetti Bolognese night and tonight was no exception. So, just before sitting down to eat, I went upstairs to change into my oldest, grubbiest t-shirt. The purpose of this being, of course, that should you eat spag bol wearing anything that you would quite like to wear again, you will manage to get more sauce down your front than down your gullet. I have a Ben Sherman shirt upstairs that I could only wear now if I wanted to go to a fancy dress party as a ratatouille....

The same principle applies to shaving. Never ever try to do this on the morning of a special occasion. I made the mistake of doing this once. Needless to say, I was the only graduate in my year to have a commemorative photo that looks as if I tried to limbo-dance under barbed wire....