I really am rubbish at this - it's been weeks since I've written anything. All sorts have happened - a marriage, reunion with long lost brother, family health scare, TV appearance, offer to be in Cosmo magazine... However most pertinent in my mind tonight is the fact that in the past week I have lost:

beloved horse brooch
Oyster card
diary
mind

I'm starting to think a magpie is following me around. That, or a stalker. Either is incredibly annoying and even tidying my room hasn't revealed the treasure.