weekly roundup

So, Mr McMuffin has a job (hurrah) and will be working alongside Ms Ginger Cake. As David pointed out, our world of work is very small and there's never more than two degrees of separation between social workers in London. I'm just looking forward to having a second income again, although I am a bit uncomfortable that all and sundry at work will share the joy of knowing Mr McMuffin.

I have been gaining in health and returned to work on Thursday. My blood tests came back fine, which was fantastic, but I still have no idea what is wrong with me. I think my loved ones are beginning to suspect it's a serious case of hypochondria, but I know it isn't. Of course a real hypochondriac would say that, wouldn't they?

After a pleasant evening with chums last night, Mr McMuffin went to bed leaving me to tidy up. When I got to bed he was talking loudly in his sleep. I think this is funniest thing he said (his eyes were wide open too): I am a famous horseback rider! I'm quite taken with the idea that in Mr McMuffin's dream world he's a cowboy, a jockey a dressage expert and famous with it. I've only ever seen him on a horse once in real life and let me tell you, he made me look like an accomplished horsewoman and I can't even get to grips with trotting.

I've also solved Gypsy Tart and Rock Cake's problem with wedding invitation designs by being a creative genius. I can't share how, or you would steal the brilliant idea and make millions, but given the confidence my success has inspired, I'm taking a crack at world peace next. Before I do that I'm going down to Canterbury for the day to meet with our chum who's over from Ireland. I'll see if she has any helpful suggestions.