We’ve been out all day today (well most of it anyway), while the plumbers have been hard at work plumbing in our new/old woodburner with back boiler. I am SO glad I made that call….now all I need to do is nag him mercilessly to get the chimney and cover in and we can start to use the bloody thing….it feels like an ornament at the moment! I must say though that we both think as an ornament it looks bloody marvellous in its new home.

So, we upped sticks and went out for the day to meet up with Rosie and Roger and a very good time was had (I hope) by all. There are some pbasers who you just know you’ll get along with and Rosie has always been one of those for me. Just like the first time I met Gail, the conversation roared along at a cracking pace, covering topics as diverse as Top Shop vs M&S, identification of thrushes, how to make good environmental and economic use of a field, jobs, chickens, dogs, cats, llamas and a whole host of other animals. Oh – a little bit of photography and a lot about sub-readers-wives-soft-porn.

I actually promised Rosie a shot of self-flagellation, either with celery (DM reckons that is this year’s THE THING – I have no idea where that came from but he announced it in the restaurant we went to with Claz last Monday night and we’ve not let him forget it) or nettles, which according to Rosie was the preferred choice of the 1972 man in need of a bit of self-gratification! (How we got onto this topic I am completely unsure but I do know that fellow diners in the restaurant at Eden were regaled with lots of temptation and biting of the apple (euphemistically speaking).

Anyway, all of that RUDE talk put me in the mood for some suggestion, which I must say, I find a lot more appealing than the tits out brigade (perhaps that’s just because I’m an old-fashioned girl).

So, suggestion – red and black – the right colours (in my view) for a bit of seduction, removal of clothes, particularly exotic ones like long evening gloves – surely an act of suggestion. What happens next? Who knows? This is my suggestion, for your imagination!

Last year, very strangely, I was full of joy at finding old rubbish - oh how quickly that feeling went away!