MAY is definitely my favourite month, made all the sweeter this year by the fear that it might never come around. We seemed to have been plunged into some kind of nuclear winter since, ooh, last June, and I'd begun to wonder if we'd ever see the sun again.
Until recently, I thought sledging was something children did on a winter's afternoon if turned out of doors and forced to make their own entertainment.
I know it's cruel to mock the afflicted, but the notion of John Prescott as a bulimic made me laugh like a drain before I could remember to be compassionate.
Feeling the credit crunch? I don't know about you, but the chill wind of austerity has been blowing down my neck for a while now... in fact, ever since we decided to pay off our mortgage in three years, a move which coincided with the top of the housing market last summer.
The gym kit is in the boot of the car - at least, I think it is. It's been so long since I put it in there that I hardly dare look in case it's taken root, or started breeding, like those Tribbles in Star Trek.
