I have a little worry. About two weeks ago while gardening (I know I must be officially middle-aged) I got my arm on a rose thorn and it went in. Trouble is it hasn't come out. I know foreign objects come out by themselves but I wish my Grandad was here as he was always good at getting a needle and digging it out! I am probably being a hypercondriac and am sure it can't do me any real harm.
On an up note I have watched some very good stuff this week. We have started the first series of Lost that I bought Gareth for Christmas - loving it! We watched a depressingly real film called Lord of War about a weapons traffiker - Nicholas Cage. Tonight we did March of the Penguins. It was really sweet, but I hated it when the big birds came and ate the babies. The mum and dad penguin work together look after the baby together and stay together for 9 months of the year ahhh! Watching an educational film on a Friday night - I feel so virtuous.
I was very good and went to the gym for a mammouth work-out and now I'm shattered. So although it's only half nine I'm going to slope off to bed. Hopefully Gareth won't clock on.