Up popped Private Shorthouse, his face as bold as brass, He said We don't want your puddings, you can stick them up your tidings of co-omfort and joy

It's one of the sequences of film that I love, a simple white cross followed by a crane shot filling the screen with an increasing number of white crosses and now it's available in Tesco's on DVD at a cheap price. So sing - along - in - the - trenches round here tonight with 'Oh! What a Lovely War' (mud, blood and the stench of death not compulsory). It's also that rare thing, a musical I like... mind you that might be because it has a message. More topical than eveer I guess. It's a period of history I've always had a strange facination with. Still no closer to understanding why people tolerated the thing.

Poor Katie has an appointment at the vets tomorrow, I haven't told her, she wouldn't approve! She has an ingrowing claw that needs dealing with.

Some serious discussions about the organisation of the collection today. Bit of space maximisation utilising the shelf real estate we haven't been near since moving on. Then the search for yellow A3 paper, you wouldn't believe how hard that was. Still means we can be DDA friendly with some signage whilst retaining maximum flexibility.