Demented Dieter

The smart house has undergone a lobotomy. It will now let us in without any difficulty at all. The problem is that it will also let anybody else in. It's gone from being the most secure house in the neighbourhood to one that your granny could break into with a soggy digestive. (Hmm, soggy digestive...) In fact, if anyone even walks past the house the shed door unlocks itself and obligingly starts a light flashing in the garden to advertise the fact. I can't help feeling that this probably invalidates any insurance we may have too. The guy who was supposed to come and fix it said that he didn't work for that company any more and that he was flying to Melbourne tomorrow and that anyway he was washing his hair and far too busy but that he would find someone else and call us back. Guess what? (and I know this'll shock you).. it's been a week now and he hasn't called back. In fact, I'm beginning to think that he may not call at all and that we will have to move to plan B. Plan B involves buying a new front door. This is a complicated procedure requiring advanced measuring skills and decisive action therefore it has been put in the 'too hard' basket until I have more time.

Has all this worry resulted in any weight loss? Nah. Current weight: 78.2 kg

On the brighter side, the new Dr Who series started here on Saturday, Star Wars III is scheduled for the coming week and (at last) they have got round to putting Star Trek Enterprise onto DVD. May the force be with you.