8.30 p.m. - All things still up and showing no signs of being tired - this is normal (although I'm told not for most eight, four and two year olds!). The two year old in particular seems to have got in the habit of not going to bed before ten since Christmas, despite all threats of toy confiscation and withdrawal of treats! Here's hoping that when he turns three (February) he'll get over it. Just been asked by things 1 and 2 if I want to play cards with them, which is an aural assault equivalent of putting your head in the speakers at a Discharge gig.

So this is likely to be the tone of this blog - I'm a househusband living in a small village and I go through the day wondering if I've achieved anything and when the big thing comes home we all have tea, bath the things and then shout at them until bedtime.

Nevermind, here's two minutes and thirty seconds of light relief from 1977 when I was still wearing short trousers. Oh, come to think of it I'm still wearing short trousers:

http://rapidshare.com/files/10392072/Trash_Priorities.mp3