Having made a vow to watch Celebrity Big Brother until the first boy-band non-entity was granted temporary leave from the Dumper, a thrity minute window has presented itself in which I can update the hardy few who still bother to pop round on our festive goings-on.

First thing to note is that yes, that really is Olivia, and not, as you may be led to believe by the hair, the reincarnation of Rolling Stone Brian Jones. Olivia is currently rocking a vintage Stones look hair-wise, which helped us decide against buying her a mini Rolls-Royce for Xmas lest she be tempted to drive it into her paddling-pool come the spring.

As usual she got everything and the kitchen sink. The picture above shows two of her prize pieces of booty, a new pram for Dad to push to the shop when Olivia gets tired/bored of doing so halfway there, and a kitchen which Dad can play with in order to prevent her developing mind being scarred by too much gender stereotyping.

As you can see, she was pretty pleased with both.