Body Calender

Sundays are the worst. I often work weekends, although "work" probably isn't the right term. "Operate on a crude form of autopilot" is probably more accurate. I think my body instinctively knows it should be curled up on the sofa with a cup of tea and a slice of madeira cake, watching Last of The Summer Wine.

My other problem is I'm addicted to DVDs. I suspect Play.com may have let me win that Mighty Boosh competiton due to the volume of commerce I bring their way. I'm disappointed unless at least three brown bundles of joy find their way through my letter box each day. I have to arrange most of my (and Mrs Lace's) life around the fact that I absolutely must stay indoors in case I might need to sign for the next series of Quantum Leap.

There's no post on Sundays. Compo just doesn't do it for me anymore.