Ten to nine! A huge result in the lying in stakes. Rhiannon caved in first and came at me armed with a pencil that has "Happy Birthday from your Teacher" written on it which I'm sure came home from school with her much earlier in the year... being of a spiritual nature though, that's a good gag on behalf of the universe. Many a true word and all that. Ellie on the other hand cleverly disguised this awesome truck that she made in school as a present. It's much better than the piece of crap thing that I once made - which if memory serves was a coat rack. Our woodwork teacher was far too interested in making himself a violin across the five years I was there to be bothered teaching us anything further than the bare essentials. The finished result was bloody excellent but didn't do me any favours.

When I finally got my act together I headed out for my annual Indian Head massage. It's probably a good idea to stop at least once a year and do nothing - but then I spent the next couple of hours being in a world I didn't recognise. For the first time ever, I didn't fall asleep which I'm really pleased about. There's nothing more shameful than waking up in the comfortable massage chair with drool stretching from your mouth to your knee. Still, all was salvaged when I got home when I was treated to the Rock Cake. Brilliant.

To top the day off, a Chinese Takeaway and Alex winning X Factor were all it needed. Well, that and Mike sending me a text that said "I fucking hate this Hobbit boy".