Oh Henry Cavill
I am working through The Tudors at the moment. It's a very glitzy production - all jousting and dances and intrigue and sex and CGI versions of Ye Olde London. Henry Cavill plays an over-sexed knave - and it seems as if every gay blog in the world has posted pictures of him naked. As I try to make this a SFW blog, I will simply put up a picture of his perfectly shaped head. Maybe it will inspire you to write a madrigal to him.
All my travel is over for the next few months. I'm pleased. While I was away, the cat got into my bedroom somehow and used my bed as his toilet.
I tried to get rid of the smell by using a complicated formula involving vinegar and sodium bicarbonate I found on the internet, but it didn't really work.
(The disgusting results)
So I've had to buy a new bed. It has one of those new "pocket-sprung" mattress thingies and is incredibly soft - you kind of sink into it like the bed is trying to swallow you up. Still, I've slept amazingly well since I bought it - so I can't complain.