Yes, somewhere amidst that mound of pink fluffiness you can just about make out Olivia! Depressingly, work actually does beckon now. For all those who ask incredulously, 'How do you get the time to blather on so much on the Internet?' , the answer involves the skillfull juggling of responsibilities, and mastering the art of explaining to school pupils that 'Of course I've marked your work, I just left it at home today. I'll bring it next lesson.' In my experience you need only say this twice before they forget they ever did the work in the first place, and you get so that you can live with the constant look of disappointment on their faces.

Actually, it looks like I've run out of time for work, I've got a cup game to be at...