Greetings from a life member of the British Hedgehog Preservation Society.  A while back I entered their limerick competition; they provided the first line.  They chose three winning entries, which included mine:

     There was a young hedgehog called Prickly

     Who ate bread and milk and got sickly;

     But luckily his Mum

     Found some Pedigree Chum,

     And then he got better quite quickly!

Does that make me a hedgehog laureate?

We enjoyed the film "Nowhere Boy" about John Lennon's life from childhood to when the Beatles went to Germany.  Music was great of course, acting convincing, but too much focus on smoking - repeated close-ups - really close up.  Food, stay down.

I now have detailed plans for two features, and am targeting a specific market.  One magazine has invited submission but with the caveat that they mainly produce in-house, and I heard from another writer that they apparently pinched some submitted material and wrote it up themselves, so unsure whether to risk it.

Made Delia's rhubarb brulee eventually; it tasted lovely but needed more demerara and a hotter grill than mine.  Planning to try making lavender brulee - didn't fancy it but decided to try it at a restaurant and it was irresistible.

Thought for the day, provided by the checkout girl at Asda during the saga of the volcanic ash:

"I never go by plane, always go by boat.  If there's trouble I can swim, but I know for a fact that I can't fly!"