I adore reality tv and having watched the first three series of Big Brother and all six cycles of America's Next Top Model I have pushed Mr McMuffin's patience too far and he refuses to watch anything else. It's been a real surprise to me then, that since watching a few minutes of So You Think You Can Dance? he has become completely hooked. He's not so much an admirer of the dancing, as the whole horrible crap the dancers spout when kicked out of the competitiion. Evey time we hear one of the morons talking about giving 200% we cheer and ask the next competitior to explain why they're not giving 483%. Did any of these stupids actually do maths at school?

We are also rather fond of the fabulously titled Asbo Teen to Beauty Queen, where a scarily botoxed and surgeried American ex beauty queen of indeterminate age tells chip eating chaverinas how to behave. She is amazingly good at doing this and does so with real compassion and grace.

So you've probably gethered that life in the McMuffin houseold is not so much on hold as focused inwards, which doesn't make for good blogging, or indeed very exciting living. However, with every week that goes by and Babycake changing even more, the possibility of looking outward gets a little higher. Right now, the tiny tormentor is sleeping in his Daddy's arms, having bitten off more that he could chew of my arm earlier on today. I might get Mr McMuffin to post a picture as it's rather spectacular.