It was the best of times, it was the würst of times.

I don't really have anything worthwhile to say today. So do I keep schtum, or do I just type drivel? Drivel gets the vote.

Brian had sausages, chips and beans for dinner tonight.

Three sausages I might add. It's always three.

Three shall be the number of sausages he shall have, and the number of the sausages shall be three. Four shall he not have, neither shall he have two, unless he proceeds on to three.
One or five? Forget it.

Once having reached the number of the sausages (three) then we may approach the stove and cook.

He's taken to the new recycling plans with gusto I must say. We've just had delivered, various different containers for papers, cans, plastics etc., and Brian has taken it upon himself to arrange this all himself. This is encouraging. Normally it's about as easy to get Brian to take a trip to the refuse tip as it would be to get Ariel Sharon to sit down and share Brian's aforementioned plate of sausages.

I just hope his recycling zeal doesn't lose pace, as I do think it's a very worthwhile thing to be doing.

So far, if we recycled Brian's beer cans and my wine bottles, we could come up with a passable model of Canary Wharf. Life size, I might add.

So the weekend looms ever nearer, and Friday is my first opportunity for a week, to put a dent in the European wine lake. I don't suppose I shall make much of an inroad there, but I daresay in the future some lucky newlywed couple will have a set of French windows to be proud of.