Still tired and lethargic... hmm... and still moaning. Why on earth anyone would want to read about somebody whinging and moaning? I don't know but here you are.

Anyway, I've been thinking about my diagnosis and I think the doctors have got it wrong. I'm not a manic depressive, I'm a depressive depressive... who occasionally comes alive and is immediately hammered with tranquilisers. How come the bring you down pills work quickly and effectively but the bring you up pills rarely have any effect at all? Isn't that weird, isn't that just like most things in life. Aye, merry bloody Christmas!

Well, although I lay in bed this morning thinking about such world changing stuff, I eventually got up just in time for lunch and a better lunch I couldn't have dreamed of... a piece n' sausage (otherwise known as a sausage sandwich) and a cup of tea. Good healthy Scottish cooking, not quite in the same league as the deep fried Mars bar but nonetheless, bliss. So nice in fact that I agreed to go out with Mrs Mo for the afternoon.

When she was out buying her dress on Tuesday night she discovered an amazing new device that she simply had to buy. The incredible appliance makes fat people thin... it says so on the box so it must be true! Yes, you simply slip into it and all your wobbly bits disappear and you are compressed into a sylph like beauty making you the envy of all who see you. Well, she tried the body suit on this morning and we took it back to the shop this afternoon. Quelle surprise!



Despite this mornings disappointments, tonight Cinderella did get to the ball (her works night out) and left me at home with the cat. I'm sitting at the PC and Bagpuss is on the couch. Boring? Not at all, we've already had some excitement. Half an hour ago we heard the catflap go and both leapt up in surprise... an intruder! We rushed to the hall, the flap whacked and looking through the window I saw another cat running off. So I have filled an old Squezy bottle with water and am now armed and dangerous should that beast return.

I suppose you think I'm going to sit here as usual getting drunk on red wine. Well I certainly am not, no, not at all. Tonight I'll be getting drunk on Caffrey's. Why Caffrey's? I'm sure any Scottish readers will know only too well how I chose my poison. Yes of course... it was on special offer at the Co-op. Buy one get one free. Hoots mon!