Ugh, not whilst I'm eating, please.

There's too too much to write about. And I've got into the habit of making strong coffee at home, so I'm a little giddy. Bear with me.

I was just thinking "I must blog, there is too much excitement in the news to keep to myself", whilst drinking strong coffee and fortifying myself with beans on toast, following another invigorating run/trudge up Mount Victoria with yon dog, when I espied this headline. Brace yourselves.

'Desperately Seeking A Sex Film For Cruise'.

It seems, according to the rumour mill, TomKat are considering remaking "Last Tango In Paris". Excuse me, I've just been a little bit sick in my mouth.

And if that isn't awful enough Woolies has gone bust. Where the hell are the good people of Britain going to buy their pick'n'mix now? And their really cheap plastic stuff? Luckily in NZ we have The Warehouse, which is fundamentally an industrial scale Woolworths and the biggest branch is our local, so we can go plastic fantastic nuts should we feel so inclined.

Oh, before I forget, could those of you who so desire email me your birthday date? You see I threw out the calendar with all the relevant days marked, without copying it to the new calendar, and have already caused some hoohah by forgetting strategic birthdays.

What else was I going to regale you with? The sun is shining. Which is nice. Also it makes people very sociable. During the dog run/drag up Mount Victoria there was some very jolly "good morning" bellowing at fellow outdoorsy types, a cheery "it's much easier going this way!" to the bloke struggling up the really steep bit - luckily I was flailing downhill at high speed trying to avoid my knees crumbling underneath me and much scuffing, so he couldn't thump me for being a smartarse - and a chit chat with a local builder about how much exercise the dog gets. It seems he saw me out the other day when he was exercising his pig dogs. For those who may be confused by that phrase, "pig dog" is literally a mutt used to flush out wild pigs when you go hunting, and not a generic bad guy insult from an action movie ("Die Mr Bond, you pig dog!"). Then I got all paranoid because some people like to nick dogs to use in such pig hunting shenanighans, seeing as the pigs are quite good at mangling the dogs. But beans on toast & coffee makes all things good.

On the food advice front one tip - never eat an entire packet of prunes in one day. I'll say no more.

Antenatal class was fine; mostly about breastfeeding and first aid, so now, should the nipper start choking whilst breastfeeding we're ready! I was a little disappointed in myself because I had an overwhelming urge to snigger during the breastfeeding dvd, but I blame growing up in a country that produced both Benny Hill and Dick Emery.