Yesterday I decided my three self imposed Monday deadlines were too much. When I edited on Blue Heelers, I thought pressure was writing a forty five second scene about the police getting hamburgers from the Imperial (with heart, dammit!), but that was nothing compared to pumping out a review, newsletter and a daily post within the space of a couple of hours. Also, a producer, director, first AD and story editor are nowhere near as scary as Miss M when she wants my attention - all they can do is sack you (and then who’d write that hamburger scene?), but the mental torment a seven year old can wield goes far beyond joblessness.

So for this reason the weekly newsletter will now go out on Wednesday. The review of trashy weeklies will continue on Mondays. Ah, that feels better!

Miss M goes camping with the school tomorrow, and is practically beside herself with excitement. Every morning when she wakes up her first words are to do with the camp, and she’s already packed everything except her bathers (I have to wash them first), toothbrush, toothpaste and insect repellent. When I went to camp I was invariably attacked by mosquitoes (usually around my eyes), so I want to avoid her reliving my experience.

This morning while we were having breakfast she was looking at my new Jamie Oliver cookbook, and told me she didn’t like him. When I asked why, she said it was because he had a sham wife. Then she said anything I ever did wrong would be his fault, and pretended to slap his face. She’s an intriguing girl - I’ll miss her while she’s gone!

Today I’m loving: Hayley, who works on reception at Hunts. So sweet, yet so cynical!