I’m not doing a Tracey Emin nor am I showing off my book pile (that’s only half of it by the way). This morning, as every morning, we made the bed when we got up. Question: So why was it that when we came home it looked like this? Answer: It had been well and truly JD’d.

JD likes the bed “just so” and “just so” to JD isn’t the same thing as “just so” to us – not by a long way. He doesn’t like the silky eiderdown that is on top of our duvet. Not one bit. In fact he spends his entire time trying to eliminate it from his world. So, tonight, after a full-on day at work and then a fruitless half hour in the field trying to play the pitch dark tennis game which, for whatever reason, didn’t work today, it was a bit depressing to go upstairs and find this. I just love wasting my time. One of these days I’m going to get DM to rig up the Raspberry Pi with a timed release camera to see how this happens!

OK – now here is today’s moral maze – you remember in the summer we were being victimised by some people who’d taken and taken from us until we felt used and abused, then they publically tried to kick us in the most brutal and pointless manner while we were down? Yep – you remember them? Well I resisted blowing their world apart because I decided that would just bring us down to their low-life level but today we’ve got an opportunity to be a pain in their bum that’s only a minor pain but boy, it could be so sweet being that pain so what do we do? Take the opportunity or walk away from it again? What would you do? Be the bigger person or be the person who waits while they eventually have to come to us and be nice because they need something from us? HHHmmmm…